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THE MESSAGE 

OF 
ANNE SIMON 



There is no death" 





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THE MESSAGE 

OF 

ANNE SI MON 




BOSTON 
RICHARD G. BADGER 

THE GORHAM PRESS 



Copyright, 1920, by Otto T. Simon 



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TO ANNE SIMON 



From Winter Number of Poet Lore, 1916 



At Colorado Springs, in mid-summer, Anne 
Simon, an unusual spirit, passed away. 

Between the great pillars of power, that super- 
vitality to arouse, to quicken, to stimulate others, 
and an overflowing love that extended even to in- 
animate things, there existed in her nature sym- 
pathy, tolerance and understanding. To these 
traits were added many qualities of charm, and gifts 
that made her the remarkable Woman. 

Anne Simon was a true friend, and penetrated 
to the innermost sorrow and need. Her broad cul- 
ture and spiritual insight opened the wider vision 
for many. 

She was an artist who loved suggestion and 
shadow in music, painting and poetry . . . the 
fallen petal, the grace of the single flower, and the 
concentrated beauty of the precious stone. She left 
a remarkable journal of the great and golden 
thoughts of the Masters, from Plato to Pater and 
D Annunzio, between which, unfolding like a mod- 
est flower, were her own thoughts on art, religion, 
education, and beauty. 

On her brow rested the touch of genius. 

In her journal, she mentions the mystic stones, 
the chalcedony, beryl, sard, chrysophrase, jacinth, 
wine-yellow topaz. 

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To Arme Simon 



Of perfumes, frankincense, champak, spikenard, 
hovenia, aloes. 

Of words that had the power of evoking a mood 
for her, Tyrian, Antigone, chalice, Hellenic, ves- 
peral, chimera, faun, cenereal, laurel, pomegranate, 
lutes, papyrus, Ionian, feudal, pastures, lagoon, 
alembic, plinth, porphyry. 

As with all profound natures, she often craved 
silence and solitude, and in the last days of her 
earthly life had no greater delight than the quiet 
of star-lit evenings far out on the plains of Colo- 
rado, or the deeper gloom or isolation of night, as 
it wove itself about the fantastic shapes of that 
garden of stone, well named the "Garden of the 
Gods." 

Literature and music were her most beloved arts. 
In the former, she was the profound thinker and 
student. She sought the word in its many facets, 
and lingered lovingly over the phrase. She speaks 
in her journal, of "the scholarly pleasure to know 
the first meaning of words," and of metaphors, 
"subtle as the flower-fragrance that one must listen 
for, in order to fix." 

As an artist, she was the exponent in her pianistic 
work of weights and grades of touch, that would 
be responsive to inner moods. Her last public per- 
formance was as participant in the evocative music 
of a piano and string trio of Debussy, given on the 
morning before her illness. 

It is as Modernist, however, that Anne Simon is 

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best known. She looked into the quiet pool, but 
loved the running waters. To her the peak was 
only the goal that led to still higher vision. 

Her own thought from her book is this: "He mis- 
took the tent suitable only for a night under the 
stars, for a house built strongly enough for a life's 
occupancy." 

In the Futuristic writings of Italy, she found the 
spirit and the unrest that brought to her the great- 
est stimulus. To her they signified the progress to- 
wards the newer epoch. During twenty summers 
spent abroad, she absorbed the progressive tend- 
encies of many peoples and discarded their tradi- 
tions. 

She contributed to many numbers of "Poet 
Lore." 

Her "Appreciation of Marinetti, Futurist," 
shows the keen penetration and sympathy for the 
iconoclasm and upheaval of the Master, and in her 
translations, especially of his "Poems of the Sea," 
one feels the shattering blows are given in their 
original splendor and might. 

In contrast, she lingers lovingly over the poems 
of the gentle Pascoli. What she said of Pascoli 
might equally apply to her: "He was happy in 
touching visible things, yet always seemed to be 
looking for a casement, out of which his soul might 

fly." 

In her journal she writes earlier: "The plum- 
blossoms are to be prized, because they appear in 

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Winter on the naked boughs, and even in the snow. 

They fall before they wither. How much more 

beautiful than to cling to the bough and decay!" 
"(In this way I would like to pass out.)" 
The wish was gratified, for she passed quickly 

and without suffering into the "Great Beyond," to 

be welcomed there by her Peers. 

It may truly indeed be said of Anne Simon, 

"A Soul whose eyes were 
keener than the Sun, 
A Soul, whose wings were wider 
than the World." 



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FOREWORD 



This is The Message of Anne Simon, my wife, 
who passed into the higher life on August 5, 1916. 
It was received under what I believe to have been 
inspirational influences, which, beginning about 
January 17, 1919, continued for twenty-five days, 
and then ceased. . . . "The Message is The Mes- 
sage ! There is no more !" In this short time it was 
written, usually in the evening hours. The proc- 
esses seemed normal. There was no trance condi- 
tion, but the pencil moved swiftly, guided not by 
my will, and the contents, text and drawings, were 
evolved without my own mental or emotional stim- 
ulation. I was a passive instrument. 

Our earth union had been one of unusual sym- 
pathy and happiness, and the bond between us, as 
two artists of similar taste, was strong, fine and 
sensitive. Anne Simon had a remarkable gift of 
stimulating others to the highest possibility of ful- 
fillment and accomplishment. Her love-touch 
rested on many. In a letter she writes: "I am de- 
veloping strangely! ... It is all so curious and 
entirely outside of my volition. I am being guided, 
led, moulded, changed by some unseen hand and 
power. These are not idle words. Something is 
working in and on me. Sometimes the buffeting 
hither and thither seems cruel — other times, new 

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riches come to me, the beauties of which I have 
never even dreamed. And the beautiful part of it 
is, that I am pursued by Love. I have only to look 
up and stretch out my hand, and there it is ! I can 
draw to myself what I will. I feel a wonderful 
power which I don't dare to use — or perhaps I 
don't know how to use it — or is it possible I have no 
use for it?" 

In her yet unpublished journal, the manuscript 
of which w r as reviewed at length by Joyce Kilmer, 
the soldier-poet and critic, in the literary supple- 
ment of the New York Times, November 26, 1916, 
Anne Simon writes: . . . Today I was contem- 
plating the deep blue of the sky, feeling the wine 
of life permeating every cell, when suddenly an ex- 
traordinary perception of God and His love came 
to me, so that my soul saw itself and all surround- 
ing things from a new point of view. How thin 
the partition seems between the sensuous and the 
spiritual. . . . 

Spiritualism, as usually understood, had never 
been of more than passing interest to either of us, 
though we were receptive to the idea of its possi- 
bilities. The Message warns against certain phases 
of spiritualism, as disturbing the earth-mind and 
sometimes the earth-usefulness. "Tell mortals, 
then, not to wish to see the spirit faces, but to open 
their hearts and send their aspiration skyward like 
an incense ... it will be star-glittered." 

I believe The Message to be a world-message 

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that came through revelation. So it is written. It 
is a joy-message! . . . "Tell mortals, now that I 
have given them this message, to make their bur- 
dens joy-burdens, carrying them lightly, laughing 
happily, walking swiftly and with earth serenity 
toward the goal which will be the Mansion for 
which they are prepared in our Realm, where may 
be sensed an exquisite and immediate fruition. . . . 
Believe and know with a new faith and full convic- 
tion : There is no death ! . . . I have told this to the 
world-mortals for their regeneration." 

May The Message bring this greater comfort 
and full conviction to those who are prepared to 
receive. 

OTTO TORNEY SIMON. 

Washington, D. C, 
November. 1919, 



As the first Message comes from the press, a second Message has 
appeared and is completed; also, additional intermediate writing, 
with eighty symbolic drawings and explanation. A third Message 
of unusual spiritual significance and elevation is evolving at this 
time. In all, a voluminous document of more than eighty thousand 
words has come through since January 17, 1919. 

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THE MESSAGE 



Write this ! ... It is I, Anne Simon, Dick, your 
devoted and loving Wife ! 

I am coming to you often and give my Message 
to the world. You will write all day tomorrow. I 
told you last year in the dreariness of your empty 
house, and in the desolation of war-times, you would 
have a message in the future. 

Your technic was not perfect. Now write, and 
write honestly, and with a deep appreciation of the 
mission. I will begin from what some people call 
the end. To me it was the beginning. It was gen- 
tle and you were watching over me. I pressed your 
hand at one time. That was to tell you I already 
knew that all would be beautiful. It was that 
precious last lingering touch. Dick, the body is 
so wonderful and how often we only see this in our 
contact on earth. It is the physical mate and we 
learn to love it, for in true marriage it is only a 
thin skim of imperfection through which the soul 
is undimmed — (yes, that is what I want to say!) — 
under which there are the living, crystal waters. 
Notice, I say living water. It is never stagnant 
and should be running and happy. Sometimes, it 
stands solemnly under great shadows and then one 
may see greater depths. Sorrow reaches out so, 

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and the ripples cease for a while. Welcome sor- 
row, and then let the waters sparkle again ; but do 
not quite forget sorrow. It is not a superficial 
friend. It brings one to a greater awakening and 
to the realization of the infinite. The child of 
earth cannot always be at play. Sorrow and grief 
are born mostly from the idea of separation from 
those who have closed their earthly eyes; so this, 
even, will be changed. Do you remember how I 
dwelt on mutability . . . that nothing is fixed? 
And one of the future great changes in the world- 
mind will be hope realized in this respect. . . . Em- 
phasize! . . . Sorrow will disappear in a mist of 
light. The beloved will be seen. The knowledge 
and surety of the immortality of the soul, its fu- 
ture happiness under the greater influence of love, 
its development, and the precious knowledge that 
each will have his separate identity, will come. I 
know how you crave this idea, Dick. The spirit- 
world is impressing this on mortals by what com- 
munication they can. . . . The darkness will dis- 
appear and the rosy dawn will reach to the morn- 
ing-star. 



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II 



I am writing and am with you again this morn- 
ing. You want to know my experience of the 
"passing over." The last hours were painless and 
I was as if dreaming. I knew in your optimism 
you did not realize the parting hour had come, and 
I was happy in this thought. I always wanted 
to spare you anguish in this mortal-life. Do you 
remember? . . . Then all was quiet, and a calm, 
like the twilight creeping down the snow-peaks of 
the Alps that we so often have seen together came 
to me. Influences about me ! I could feel, but not 
see. Gentle they were and tender, with that per- 
sonal love one so rarely is blessed with on the earth- 
world. Oh, the happiness of it! All doubt gone; 
just a calm new faith, a complete surrender! It 
came at first almost with the subtlety of a perfume, 
ever lifting me upward. I felt sympathy and un- 
derstanding. They were Influences that knew me 
. . . and here was the happiness; . . . still, as if in 
a dream • . . I saw nothing, only felt. You 
know, Dick, in the earth-life, only you entered my 
inner portal. Can you understand now? • . . It 
was as if surrounded by many of the type of 
my Beloved. Still not seeing, but knowing they 
were present. . . . And so we are wafted through 

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the gates of this other life by kindred spirits, never 
lower in love or aspiration, but always equal to, or 
a little higher. . . . And it is this principle that 
does not disturb. The earth-soul is received by his 
own, and happiness is immediate. . . . Tell this! 
... If aspiration meet aspiration, and love meet 
love, why fear or doubt the awakening? The in- 
fluence is so beautiful and immediate. Notice what 
I tell you ; it may be a great hope for those who have 
stumbled through life . . . the influences that meet 
you include those higher, too, than your own as- 
piration . . . so Love awaits them. 



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III 



This is a little talk between. It is so sweet to 
do this with you. You know our bond, Dick! . . . 
Do you remember how Elizabeth Barrett Brown- 
ing was so interested in manifestations, but the 
"master" would not be converted? 

I continue now. ... I spoke of the beneficent 
calm that surrounded me, and so I remained for I 
do not know how long, because time is not no- 
ticed ; but always was filled with that peculiar feel- 
ing of blessedness, the Nirvana, the obliteration of 
all doubts, the glorious effulgence of undreamed 
hopes realized, . . . and still I saw nothing in the 
vision. I can only explain the feeling again as the 
full realization of love and the personal tenderness 
of Influences for me, Dick. It was the personal 
side that seemed to cling to me, a stranger . . . 
and what a welcome! ... So that is what the 
spirit from the earth-plane will first experience. 
Some have had the perfect understanding of 
friends. For me there was only one such, found 
where not always found, by my side in my sheltered 
home, encircling me with adoration and protection. 
Imagine many such close communions, all in one, 
felt, but not seen. You seemed far away, Dick. 
... I could sense your condition, and now and 

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then a little shadow ran through my happiness. It 
was your grief. But here again tell the world not 
to grieve — saint and sinner — all not to grieve, but 
only to hold up their little lanterns and look into the 
future as I have told you, and there they will see 
those who were dear to them, and if love really 
bound them with a golden fibre, they will see them- 
selves, each beside his Beloved, 



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IV 

It is so difficult as I unfold this, for sometimes 
there are many things at once that I wish to tell 
you. You can sense this quickly, but cannot write 
it down. The sorrow of family is often from 
missed association. The family is not always the 
surrounding influence that awaits us. In my own 
case they were of unusual types, some from the 
strange East, with which I was not in life familiar, 
but to which I put out little filaments of feeling, 
which attracted colors and subtle perfumes to me. 
. . . You understand, for I am still speaking of 
the first realizing of "passing over," how I was 
thrilled by this. It was not then a placid happi- 
ness, but a peculiar satisfaction that I should be 
placed almost immediately with emotional percep- 
tions of what in me had only been dream-life. So 
I will say again, that the first influences we will ex- 
perience will not always be those our earth-friends 
and relatives may expect. They do not always 
know. The aspiration of the soul of earth will meet 
in the Beyond the souls of its aspiration. What 
we are, we claim, not what we seem. . . . You re- 
member Joyce Kilmer when you two were to- 
gether, how, as he sat in my study reviewing 
the journal I left (I did not expect that, Dick), 

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he said he would have made me known to his col- 
leagues. That is what I mean, and that is what I 
felt in those first moments with the old dross of 
body obliterated. I only felt they were with me 
— friends — so strong and beautiful and yet imper- 
sonal. Sometimes I felt one influence stronger 
than another as if one individuality was trying to 
impress and get closer to me • . . and that was 
my first idea of identity here through perception, 
and it was always the subtle essences that I had 
lived in dreams, that seemed the stronger. It was 
all so new and marvelous (yes, that is the word!). 
... I could sense color-clouds, vast and moving . . . 
space . . . immensity of distance . . . strange riv- 
ers and trees I had never seen, flowers everywhere 
of unusual luxuriance . . . and the perfume was 
subtle and seemed to come in waves, overwhelm- 
ing sometimes. Still, only impressions as in a 
dream, but so vivid for a while and then disap- 
pearing, which would leave me in happiness, satis- 
fying and equable. . . . (No, you must stop 
now!). 



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V 



You ask about "The Beyond." . . . Well, dear- 
est, it is a place of many activities where each one 
is shining as it were by the light he created and 
which is always growing. Love greets love here, 
and talent is happy with kindred talent. . . . 
There are helping influences about us, spirits still 
higher and more radiant that lead us onward. 
There is love here, such as in mortal-life one only 
caught a gleam. It is continuous and omnipres- 
ent. Can you imagine the happiness radiating 
from this? Self is recognized only so far as pro- 
gression is concerned, and love flows from each 
like a perpetual river that carries through discour- 
agement, and these are as rare here as they are fre- 
quent in the other life . . . the love-element abides 
and overwhelms. This is what mortals express 
when they say, but do not understand, "Heavenly 
Bliss." . . . Dear one, we are radiantly happy, 
and this Life awaits all Mortals. In your talk with 
the clergyman you emphasized "God is Love." . . . 
He said also, that God is Justice, which includes 
punishment. In that he was right and wrong. 
The punishment exists in the remembrance of great 
sins, but God's love is love, and through us who 
have "passed over" this permeates into those souls 

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who have been unclean or wicked, and they are 
made white. . . . This is God's mercy and ex- 
pressed in the phrase you love "Divine Compas- 
sion." 

There is Identity here! You will know me. 
And give the message: There is no Death, but- 
there is Life, a new Life, which mortals will under- 
stand when they know love. The veil is thin (use 
gossamer; it is beautiful!). Love will rend even 
this. . • . Give this message! 



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VI 



JANUARY 19TH. 

The light came, the spiritual eye by which I could 
visualize . . . my spiritual hearing awoke, and 
what combinations of undreamed harmonies came 
to me in a peculiar wave-like continuity, and the 
odors were like those in the freshness of the awak- 
ened spring from wild-flowers . . . every sense 
quickened to a degree not to be expressed in the 
words of mortal life. 

I saw! . . . Can you think of one blind on the 
earth suddenly given sight to the beauty-sugges- 
tiveness of an early evening in a far southern trop- 
ical land . . . fading colors from a recent richer 
opulence ... a mystical light hovering over vast 
spaces . . . can you imagine the awe and wonder 
to such a one to have the mortal eye opened for the 
first time in such beauty, and the realization of the 
tenderness of such love that would so lavishly feed 
the hungry soul with the spiritual significance of 
beauty and space . . . can you imagine the awe 
and wonder to such a one? . . . Then imagine, in 
mortal language, a million-fold! . . . So this vision 
came to me, Dick. You know me, who have 
thirsted for the subtleness of word-music, and who 
felt perfumes in sound. Can you not see me pros- 

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trate before . . . yes, God, is the word, dearest? 
Now do you understand something? Weighted, 
weighted we are on earth by the senses, by a domi- 
nant sex, by perversion, by trouble, toil and care. 
Sometimes we catch the gleam. Do you remember 
how we used to say: "Follow the Gleam," and how 
humbled and grateful we were when we perceived 
it, yes, . . . maybe through the shadows? Even 
sometimes when the shadows only were apparent, 
we knew it was not far away. Tell mortals to 
worship the "Gleam" and nurture it in their hearts, 
for it is of God, and bursts into a richness (no word 
. . . no word!) that appals us (no, no!), over- 
whelms, . . . prostrates, . . . transfigures, . . . when 
it unfolds to us for the first time here. The mortal 
earth-race is tending upward. Little by little the 
dross will drop away. Help each other and look 
for the spiritual symbols. They quicken. But 
the long earth-career must continue. The individ- 
ual is soon given relief ... a few duties, well 
done. Tell them to love and be kind, Dick. And 
now they know, as I am telling you, they should 
not fear ; only each one must work on his little earth- 
plot, and raise flowers, and dig the earth, and pull 
weeds . . . and pull weeds from his neighbor's 
plot. . . . Tell them often to reach over, Dick, for 
while they do this, they will see flowers that were 
not there before ... A flower . . . yes, you are 
right . . . it is like the baby! 



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VII 



Yes, ... I am here. . . . Write! ... It was 
not only beauty, a word so inadequate for the spir- 
itual awakening that permeated the entire con- 
sciousness ; but it was bound with a love which came 
to my realization as its essence, and also the per- 
sonal influence was so tender and exquisite as if 
love wished me to blossom with its fragrance to 
higher strata (yes, that is right!) of perfection. 
So a gratitude welled to a greater happiness . • . 
and so I have seen God here, as we perceive Him 
on the earth-plane through vistas of shadow in a 
dimmer way. But here the glorification is su- 
preme. And yet, I am told, later . . . later . • . 
new visions, indescribable now, will open to all of 
us who are here. And who is here . . . and what 
are we? . . . Dick, I hear you asking the question 
many times. 

We are Radiance with Identity ... a Spiritual 
Essence! We are many . . . there is no earth- 
word for the number. We have the soul-qualities 
of the earth clarified by this nearer and overwhelm- 
ing God-Life. Our senses of sight, hearing, and 
the sense of fragrance is exquisite for enjoyment. 
The instruments of the higher medium are ade- 
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spiritual environment. On the earth-plane we 
groped toward love and beauty. Here it is as over- 
whelming as inspiration . . . the marvel and ec- 
stasy of it all! We have our mental perceptions, 
our senses are more acute, our logical and ana- 
lytical tendencies are brilliant in processes (yes, 
that is right!) ; . . . but it is love, beauty, sympa- 
thy that seem to hover over these sterner faculties 
as we thought of them on the earth-plane. We can 
reason out if we wish to, but through intuitive 
processes all is easier and these seem to be the uni- 
versal medium. . . . Intuition! . . . You remem- 
ber, Dick, how I dwelt on this and how often 
I told you I listened for the "voices." . . . Let the 
world listen for the inward voices. . . . Jeanne 
D'Arc was right. . . . Calmness, quiet, silence! 
Then open the heart and ask! They are fluttering 
so near and waiting; they are communicating from 
the Realm of Light. . . • 



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VIII 

The medium of communication is finer than 
the magnetic ray ... a communication through 
ether-space. ... A medium which is far finer than 
electricity, as heaven is of earth. This is our com- 
munication here. Conditions, atmospheres, per- 
sonalities, are immediately sensed. . . . Telepathy 
is for earthly use, a medium for the earth-man's 
later use. Sometimes I had this development when 
I was with you in the body, but the spirit-language 
in the spirit-sphere where I am is this subtler 
essence, so that entire conditions may be sensed at 
once and not one little portion. Do you understand 
me, Dick? I am trying to write to you in this 
earth-language that I used. It is strange to me al- 
ready and seems so like something in little blocks 
that you piece together. The intuitions of the 
genius and the artist come through this finer ma- 
terial of communication of the spiritual world. 
The flash sometimes comes in ordinary communica- 
tion to a mortal, but to the genius it is always the 
suggestion of a unique fitness and appreciation of 
the principle of beauty, which he gives to the world, 
or himself as the medium, through which our com- 
munication passes. We always hope to bring those 
of earth nearer to us and to arouse goodness and 

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kindness and brotherly love. So, Dick, you see 
this is a beautiful part of existence here, a helpful- 
ness to those who are bound to the earth by earth's 
cares and temptations. Serenity encourages its ef- 
ficacy. Even if those steeped in wrong-doing 
would relax and encourage a passive condition, they 
would find Angels near to them. So tell the world 
to be more quiet. The God-Head enters through 
the Portals of Silence. Dick, my Beloved (yes, 
write it!), stop now. . • . I will come again. 



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IX 



I am here, and will write. . . . Nothing is lost 
that we have on the earth-plane except the body 
and what pertains to it. And the other faculties, 
how they spring up to a joyous new birth here! 
Oh, the glorification in this new garden of flowers 
watched and nurtured by the greater beauty and 
love ! Now I realize that I was sleeping below, and 
that the occasional dream was the fleeting glimpse 
of this larger awakening. Do you realize how the 
earth-language has become like some clumsy vehi- 
cle, inadequate to express all that I experience? 
So at times, surrounded by this peculiar ecstasy 
of place, I imperfectly use the word-medium. 

We do not communicate through language, as I 
have told you, but by a magnetic emanation (yes, 
that is right ! ) which has only its weaker earth coun- 
ter-part in electrical vibration. Through this 
finer expression we communicate, not by phrases 
or sentences, but by an entire . . . soul-wish. 
Dick, don't you remember how impatient you al- 
ways were with the person of slow sentence, and 
would always help him out and tell him what he was 
going to say? You made often an abrupt impres- 
sion of interference. You felt his entire thought 
by intuition. . . . But that is what I mean. What- 

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ever is communicated leaves us in the Larger Life 
in its entire significance and is immediately under- 
stood, I do not mean by every spirit of life, but 
by those who are about us, and these are the under- 
standing ones and our happy companions . . . and 
happy because of understanding. 



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X 



So there are innumerable such communities. 

These are the "Many Mansions" . . . not self- 
ish Mansions, for all who seek us are welcomed; 
only some may be happier elsewhere. Dick, we 
await you! . . . Not every husband is here in the 
Mansion of the earthly wife. You can understand 
why. In the communities of this place of Heaven, 
love, kindred affection, interests, intellectual and 
from the heart, all bind us together. 

This is the Marriage of Heaven. . . . Sure, sure, 
each one will find his own dwelling-place, and if he 
realizes well, he will build well in the earth-life. 
The types with me are sensitive. You are in vi- 
bration with them. We have all felt on the earth's 
plane the dim realization of this radiance . . . 
gold! . . . gold! . . . effulgence, that is here. As- 
piration makes the golden essence. Many of those 
with me have lived my own sheltered life; others 
have seen the struggle and flame. They are from 
different lands and different worlds, but have all 
aspired, doing with the hand in one world, while 
the vision longed for the spiritual and the ideal of 
another . . . (yes, that is right!). 



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XI 



Dick, I did not write so explicitly on the earth- 
plane. It may be thought tiresome now, but there 
is so much I must write, for I too am told to write, 
as you are the earth-medium. Yes, that is what 
we are told! . . . Those who are with me? . . . 
Aspiration ! . . . I told you ! . . . but towards the 
ideal (not material ends !) , through love and beauty 
and the arts . . . those types of the higher imag- 
ination that were already touched on earth by the 
heavenly, and gave their messages to the earth- 
world for its uplift (love and beauty!). Some of 
these in the earth-life wavered from the little rules 
that man imposes on mortals for his own conven- 
ience, and that association may be more smooth. 
The high stimulus of imagination is often a fiery, 
untamed and unwilling steed on the earth, and the 
filaments that we send of fineness and genius often 
awaken a counter-irritant of earth-desire ... in 
the sex especially. . . . Destructive, destructive! 
Little erosive spots! They eat deeper often. 
Sometimes, Dick, yes, you are right, a gentle stim- 
ulation . . . but a creeping sickness! , . . but if 
not too virulent (yes, that is right!), they will find 
the Home-Beautiful for the future, though . . . 
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. . . and then their House is not beautiful, and 
the suffering at first is pitiful and overwhelming; 
for with the remnants of imagination left, the mem- 
ories of the flowers that might have bloomed re- 
main. Imagination never dies. Such souls return 
to us and they become healed and revivified, but 
must first suffer. This is punishment, . . . but 
Divine Compassion (these are the hovering An- 
gels!) lifts in all tenderness. You will never un- 
derstand this tenderness on the mortal plane, Dick. 
Its impression is so marvelous and constant here. 
I cannot write of it. A great wave of personal 
clinging to you and enveloping you. It makes the 
joy here. • . . Joy, joy! . . . (How incomplete 
these earth- words ! ) ... So now you may under- 
stand that suffering is here too, a mansion of souls 
with little gleams of gold yet in their hearts which 
arise often to taunt them and tell them their op- 
portunities (no!) . . . their dreams had once been 
golden. But the little grains sink back into murki- 
ness . . . drop . . . drop . . . gloom! . . . remorse! 
. . . We are all helping these. And so you see, 
how another great iridescence of love is our work 
here to send to those who have "passed over." It 
is to give them hope, and reconstruct, and take them 
when they are ready with a great joy to our own 
Mansions. And also to those who have not stum- 
bled so in life, but have not caught many visions, 
who have been good and done their duty and 
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been interesting as we thought, Dick, because they 
had no imagination as we thought we had. . . . For 
all these we help. And those who have been worldly 
and frivolous! They must begin quite low down 
and we nurture them. And those who have ac- 
cumulated riches, maybe through oppression, or 
through talent without much oppression (the first 
are farther back) ! And those who thought them- 
selves the brilliant world-leaders, there are kings 
among them . . . they have taken off their crowns 
now ... all far back, Dick! . . . We feed them 
with little bits of imagination as you feed a little 
child. After all, many of these through heredity 
are what they are, environment, too, false standards 
and false aspirations and weak wills. So they are 
not unhappy, because they do not know any bet- 
ter when they reach here. But their stimulation is 
immediate, and so they grow constantly more 
happy, because they realize that spirit and imag- 
ination are being born to them, and materiality has 
gone forever. Heavenly bliss begins when the por- 
tals are passed. Its degree is proportionate to the 
earth's preparation and to the beauty and love- 
sense. 



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XII 

I am here, Dick! . . . The intellectual types like 
the scientist type and those that deal in facts and 
mental deductions, that depend on working proc- 
esses of reason, are like children, too, here. They 
have had a blind faith, not with wide-open eyes of 
acceptance, have kept the laws, have been good citi- 
zens with exalted earth-position. And yet, the 
intuitive processes have been rather repudiated by 
them. Everything to be proven or not accepted! 
They are often the drag-weights of the world. . . . 
Precedent! . . . the old rut, well-worn, the new 
paths with delicate verdure unseen, the beautiful 
ways through which one may peer and see new vis- 
tas of unknown lands. The mathematical truth 
of existence before venturing! Wriggling figures! 
Such are here, Dick, but the soil is so barren and 
difficult that the little grafting of imagination often 
wilts from discouragement and must be replanted 
again and again. . . . Leaning on an old staff with 
fictitious strength! A judge as deacon is a poor 
prop for Heaven. Tell them so ! Those who were 
exalted on earth, and even beautifully respected, if 
they have not the little tendrils about the heart that 
synchronically move with the exquisite in beauty or 
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a while. The heavenly happiness will not corre- 
spond to their earthly hopes and exaltation. . . . 
The Imagination ! . . . a little hidden place where 
beauty nests, a place of many mirrors. ... A lit- 
tle flower is pressed to her heart. She looks, and 
lo! it is a rose-garden. . . . When the world lives 
in a rose-garden, when there is only one flower 
planted, Heaven will be near. 



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XIII 

JANUARY 23RD. 

Yes, I am with you. ... It is through the es- 
sence of communication that you will know me 
when you "pass over," an essence that will perme- 
ate you before you see me, and you will know that 
it is I. So we communicate here. You will know 
me before you see, as if you had seen me. It will 
give you the same joy, the same surety that it is 
I. . . . That will be your happiness, will it not be, 
Dick? So with every mortal who passes into the 
Beyond, which is now for us the Beloved Abiding- 
Place. So tell them to await this change with an- 
ticipation and joy. If they could only realize this, 
and I am hoping with you, as the sensitive medium, 
and known as you are for certain traits, that the 
Message will spread and broaden over the entire 
earth-world, and mortals will believe and be re- 
lieved of one of the greatest, if not the greatest of 
shadows that hovers over them from the earliest 
awakening to the final dissolution. 

"We live, my Beloved!" . . . You cannot em- 
phasize this too strongly, and the realization of 
this truth should lighten the world the moment 
it is given to the world by you. Do not de- 
lay after I have given you this series of Letters. 

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There will be a last one; when, I cannot tell you 
now but you will know. Then act. Your own 
judgment, with the added opinion of those who 
have had more experience, will suggest the form 
of publication. 



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XIV 

"Serenity," the word, I mean, I have been giving 
to you for some hours as you have been walking. 
Yes, I want to speak to you of this all-pervading 
peace and calm that inundates (no word!), that 
places like a Fatherly outspread Hand of blessing. 
That is the feeling . . . through and through! It 
all seems to be built on this great peace . . . eter- 
nal peace. But, Dick, here the world is wrong 
... it does not mean inactivity ! We are in activ- 
ity and progress all of the time. . . . Emphasize! 
We are in peace but not "eternal rest," meaning in- 
activity. 

Eternal peace is not eternal rest . . . for the 
peace is the brooding peace of goodness and benefi- 
cence, which includes all of our progress and the 
help we give to our fellow spirits, and the help and 
watchfulness we give to mortals. I hear you say- 
ing: "Nothing matters on this mortal earth 
but what you are writing to me!" It is true, and 
is your revelation through me, and I am the me- 
dium of Love and God. . . . Oh, my own Beloved, 
to be of service to the world and my beloved mor- 
tal brothers . . . and that my own husband was 
chosen to help me! Dick, since I have left you 
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have stood the ordeal, and for this reason have been 
chosen the medium of this revelation. Why have 
I been chosen? ... It has been told me, but I 
need not write this. . . . Maybe, ... it must be, 
because I was prepared for this. . . . You are 
writing this evening a Message of vast importance. 
It is going through your fingers as fast as mortal 
fingers can write and is inspirational. ... I leave 
you now for this evening. I will come again. You 
are my beloved husband. 

What you wrote in your studio the early part of 
the afternoon was my writing. It is not altogether 
facile but do not change it. At times, according to 
conditions, we, like mortals, do better than at other 
times. . . . You mean what I said about the sci- 
entific mind as dry and poor soil for Heaven? . . . 
Yes, that is true, they are like wooden puppets ! 



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XV 



JANUAEY 24TH. 

Yes, I am with you still. If it is not too late I 
will write. After all, I feel and know you deem 
this more important than a few hours' loss of 
sleep. . . . 

There is the later identity through vision. I 
have explained that in one of my former Letters. 
. . . After the first consciousness of unseen influ- 
ences, there comes the time of spiritual sight, 
through spiritual vision . . . and then you will 
know me as you see me through vision, besides that 
great permeation of soul-essence by which we com- 
municate. You will find the visual identity 
through radiance, and form, and facial physiog- 
nomy. . . . You will know me, Dick! As all the 
earth influence has fallen away, so the faces of the 
spirits of our world have been purified. The light 
from the eye has the radiant soul-quality (that is 
right!). Any grossness of face has changed to 
sharper and clearer outline, the lines of the cameo. 
. . . I cannot better describe it. The spiritual 
body I can only describe as radiance; the form, as 
grace ; the face, as light, through which shines love. 

Tell the world that Identity exists and that love 
will meet love. ... I have told you! 

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You must not write now. . . . Wait! ... I 
will come later. The conditions are unreposeful. 
No, not now! Do not even make the copy now! 
Only when you are alone and in repose, for either 
task. The one is inspiration, the other is its 
shadow. 



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XVI 

JANUARY 24TH, LATER. 

Yes, the time is right now. The glare from the 
light is too much. ... In the light, but not ex- 
cessive! Quiet! I will write. . . . Impassive! 
. . . The baby-world has been in your mind and I 
placed it there. . . . Yes, they are here, little bits 
of radiance (I see you smiling!) with the baby 
features. I know you love them, Dick, and they 
are treasures here, as on the earth-plane. They 
have "passed over" before touched by earth-con- 
tamination or temptations (yes, that is right!). 
Certain embryo qualities and heredities go with 
them ; but the little spots of imperfection are more 
easily irradicated than if they had lived out the span 
of mortal-life. 

Each mansion has this precious childhood, for the 
tendencies they have will give them their Mansion. 
... So these are our sensitive children that had 
in them the little clinging petals, not yet unfolded, 
of aspiration for beauty and fineness. Can you not 
imagine, Dick, that we will lavish our dearest love 
on these? The earth-parents of these will come 
later, the full flower reaching to the little blossom 
that has dropped from the branch. . . . So we are 
of a kind here, a soul kind, from babyhood to . . . 

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no, . . . not old age, for those of years are revivi- 
fied here. The body and the infirmities have fallen 
away. The old become young again, the eyes 
glorified and the features become chastened. So 
when the old pass over they will see youth again. 
Tell them so! The world has dismissed hope from 
most of their hearts. It is the youth- feeling of love 
and happiness that gives the spiritual body its grace 
again, and the spiritual face its light-gleam. Baby- 
hood later reaches our stature. So the mother of 
earth may expect to see her earth-baby nurtured 
under the heavenly influence. The mother will al- 
ways know the child. Tell the mother that! . . . 
and the child will seek the mother, if its soul vi- 
brates with the mother-soul. 



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XVII 

So, Dick, you see I have my baby now. You 
remember how I hungered for them on the earth- 
plane? Do you see, they are all our children in 
this Mansion and each one here lavishes the per- 
sonal love and caress of tenderness because they are 
part of our fineness ... or if they were not, their 
home would be elsewhere and they would be nur- 
tured towards perfection by their own kind. So 
tell the women who have been childless and whose 
hearts have hungered as my own did in mortal life, 
that they will feel the beauty of possession and 
motherhood, oh, so exquisitely here. Yes, I must 
reiterate, because I want to give a great unfolding 
joy to those of which I was a saddened one on mor- 
tal earth. They will find motherhood, and the child 
will be of their spirit. But the sense of possession 
in this Realm is subordinate to the larger responsi- 
bilities (Yes, that is the word!). The babies are 
here, and in this atmosphere of love and ecstatic 
(no, not the word!) , rapturous (always the calm is 
about it!) happiness, the baby just opens its great 
eyes and grows. Tell all the mothers who have 
grieved for the little ones to be happy. For each 
little blossom (yes!) will know its adored mother- 
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streets, Dick. You love the wonder in their eyes 
and the babies' smile. It would not be Heaven 
without these, would it, Dick? . . . They will greet 
you! 



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XVIII 

Yes, I am happy with you. . . • Write this eve- 
ning! . . . The spiritual emanation that we send 
to earth-mortals we can scatter like the winnowing 
grain, and we do ! . . . for good, for happiness, for 
purer thoughts (the habit clouds the God-life!), 
for radiant ideal and profound beauty (not the 
surface-glitter ! ) . Beneath each bit of beauty is the 
Angel-face. Look for these through the little 
cares and disturbing elements of life many times. 
So often, so often let them rise to the surface, day- 
dreams through the clouds and mists . . . silence 
. . . rest . . . shadow! . . . (not in bright light!) 
. . . The elements flood, no, . • . permeate (only 
earth-words!) for construction and healing and 
love. So as I have told you, Dick, tell the world 
to be receptive and quiet. These are the presences 
you feel (not actual), . . . the emanations sent by 
us (Yes, that is right!). About you, Dick, there 
is constantly such an aura I send and we send to 
reach the fertile ground. And not a human heart 
but has its little soil all dug and watered and wait- 
ing (this through the Divine Compassion), an 
often so small Divine spot where love may still 
lodge and blossom. The derelict, sometimes very 
waterlogged, will always have its little place of 

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buoyancy that it may float on the waters of life, 
deeply submerged perhaps, but still will feel the 
opalescence and eternal calm of the first moments 
of dawn, and see the colors of hope in the sunset. 



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XIX 

I send out to those I have known and to those I 
love, and they know me. Now do you understand 
what I mean when I say that such an emanation is 
the first influence that the newly arrived earth- 
souls experience when they first pass the threshold 
of the spirit -world? You will first recognize me 
from such a contact. It will be a personal love and 
tenderness not to be mistaken. Emphasize and 
tell each mortal to believe and to know as I tell 
them all. Often this element is received before the 
soul has left the dying and fading body. It was 
so given to me, Dick. Do you remember my last 
pressure? I have told you before in this writing. 
I felt the presences, and knew that all would be 
beautiful. And in my mortal life I so often spoke 
to you of the Guardian Angels that were about me. 
Do you remember, too, how I so frequently spoke 
of the banishment of fear from the world, that no 
harm could come to one except through one's self, 
and how I dwelt on the neglected faculty of will, 
to do and to conquer? So Heaven is sent earth- 
ward to the soul about to be released from bondage. 
There is no groping to Heaven, Dick, a blessed 
thought to mortals! Happy itself, often, so very 
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(that is one beautiful earth-word!) on the features 
that remain, is the soul's last seal of affection and 
farewell for the body that has been its home. 
Maybe a little broken and weak in places, but it has 
been our abode for the mortal life, and we touch it 
tenderly with our spirit-fingers as we leave. . . • 
[Yes, that is what I want to say! 

Tell the world, however, this and emphasize: 
This emanation of beneficence does not originate 
with the spirit-influences. They are the Messen- 
gers of the Higher Love. Spiritual gifts received 
are sent outward like rays of light. As we give, 
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XX 



JANUARY 26TH. 

[Yes, I am with you already. I have been wait- 
ing for this hour. You ask me how do we keep 
growing, we who are in this Mansion of Aspira- 
tion? . . . We had on earth, as you know, our tal- 
ents, maybe gifts, maybe even through the Heav- 
enly forces the deeper insight that the world calls 
genius. And the humble often have the golden 
heart (yes, that is right . . . the best I can do with 
earth-words . • , stupid little cubicles!). 

No, inheritance has little to do with genius, for 
there is such a vast difference between the talent of 
mediocrity and the burning fires and Heaven's 
penetration of the genius. Genius is our child, 
favored, maybe, because of some little fertile spot 
in the heart of a fragile earth-baby (yes, that is 
right!), unseen and unknown by the world, where 
we lay this gift. And then we nurture it through 
the emanations by which we surround. The sex 
does not matter, for genius springs from the 
woman-type, though often through the man-body. 
Such a child is born with the aura, and we know it 
will return to us as our own child in our own Man- 
sion. 

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again. Does the poet write, or the musician play 
or compose, or the painter use his rainbow of col- 
ors? .. . Wait! . . . There are spirit-processes 
for all of this, strange to the mortals of earth. The 
conception and development of a work of art on 
the mortal-plane is laborious. You know how the 
earth-genius often labors for years on a great mas- 
ter-work to which later perfection gives the impres- 
sion of spontaneity. With mortals the vision is not 
continuous. It must come in little patches, each so 
dazzling and brilliant that it enervates by its 
strength. So there must be long periods of rest, 
of recuperation in the genius so the spirit may again 
be freshened and receptive. The white heat of in- 
spiration for too long enervates. Then often later 
come loneliness and discouragement and non-rec- 
ognition. A new star in the Heavens ! Busy little 
men below seeking material profits instead of star- 
glimmer (yes, I like that!) .... And the suffer- 
ing of the genius, . . . clouds between him and the 
Heavenly forces that he knows are guiding and 
leading him for a purpose! And often the body 
dies before the pure gold is seen. . . • But his soul 
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XXI 

I will answer as you ask ! . . . We follow our be- 
loved arts here, each, the one or the different ones 
he treasured on the earth-plane. We use our imag- 
ination, our sense of fitness, taste (weak words, even 
on the earth-plane!), the intellectual factors that 
may give a balance, judgment. Each artist func- 
tions his art. It is created in his imagination as 
on the earth-plane with all the necessary qualities 
of his spirit-mind and spirit-soul. Only impress 
this: Under inspirational conditions, glorified (no 
word!), it is then sent out as emanation and be- 
comes part of the Heavenly essence and beauty. 
It loses its own identity but helps to create this vast 
Realm (no words !) of untold and indescribable har- 
mony and color and radiance. There are no words. 
You remember how I struggled for words in life? 
. . . Dead, inadequate symbols they are indeed for 
the visions that are before me now as I guide you 
through this writing. And so by these emana- 
tions of our art we are helping mortals to prepare, 
we are aiding those who are already here to under- 
stand beauty, and we are helping to keep Heaven 
itself beautiful. So each spirit will function his 
own, and what is needed in each one will grow, and 
happiness will come to him because he is growing. 

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Each feels a personal share in the many- worlds- 
progress, and in helping to make glorious this Be- 
loved Home of Many Mansions. For, Dick, it is 
not only we who live in this House of Aspiration 
that may be doing our part . . . but each com- 
munity . . . no, each aggregate of affinities (that 
is cumbersome!) sends out. . . . How many? It 
is beyond numbers and we are beyond numbers 
. . . (only wait, it is difficult!) . . . only influences 
count. We need each other. Some things the artist 
needs besides art-fineness. Other soul-traits come 
to us. We are all giving, Dick, and receiving, too. 
Is there any more beautiful thought than the Di- 
vine replenishment to fill the individual need? It 
is so personal and all enveloping. Yes, I cannot 
describe it! 



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XXII 

There will come the regeneration of the world 
through the arts. Tell mortals this! In my own 
beloved land of earth I see an awakening. I hear 
the bells ringing. They are clearer than church 
bells. . . . Sometimes I hear the latter. The tones 
are dull. Let the churches help more. Drop the 
little fences around them. Tell the clergy to come 
out into the open. Keep the veil of holiness about 
God . . . threadbare now! An empty church is 
often a shrine, a crowded church a desecration. . . . 
Pray for the church! . . . Pray twice for the 
clergy. (Yes, that is right!) ! Tell them not to 
play with the Holy Ghost . . . the people will 
rise! . . . There are holy men of God in the 
church. 



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XXIII 

JANUARY 26TH, LATER. 

I am here, always waiting. . . . There is so much 
to be said. ... In the spirit-land there are not only 
our world's precious souls that have toiled through 
duty and care of earth-life, but others. Myriads 
of worlds they come from. What man with 
his . . . (wait!) . . . little magnifying glass of 
vision has discovered, and from (no number!) un- 
told systems of undreamed creations (yes, that is 
right!). On many of these, God's soul-creatures 
live that correspond on the earth-plane to man, and 
these come to us, too, when they pass out of mortal 
life. To some, the span of years is less than ours, 
to others, many, many times longer ... an inci- 
dent! 

Where there is One God, and that God is the God 
of Love and Beauty, the development of the crea- 
ture towards love and beauty is not dissimilar, and 
yet, there are other planes of development besides 
ours. . . . "How many" is an earth- dream-term to 
me now. Numbers and time are not considered 
here. They mean nothing. So there are higher 
degrees of fineness and God-quality with mortals 
of other worlds . . . they are on other planes. We 
are working toward this. . . . Always a dazzling 

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(no word! ... it is surrounded by effulgence) 
gentleness, love, to lead up higher. Can you sense 
the glory of it, the ecstatic happiness (no expres- 
sion! ... a dull color, "ecstatic happiness!") for 
this world of serenity and radiance? Always 
the Father's Hand resting so personally on the 
brow, overwhelming in tenderness! Can you 
sense anything, my Beloved, through these im- 
perfect earth-words? . . . Yet, some of those 
from other worlds are in our Mansion. Where we 
came from does not disturb the spirit-life. The 
butterfly forgets his chrysalis, and so the exalted 
spirit-life of this spirit-world does not concern it- 
self with past experiences. It does help the 
struggling mortal, though, to higher conditions, but 
the world-environment, as we knew it in mortal 
life is of little interest. The spirit-influences here 
are so constant and virile. There they are weak. 
The world is a place of early discipline. The colors 
are dull and grey. But love draws us to love that 
is there, and to genius that looks skyward. We are 
always tender with these. 



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XXIV 

The mortal has toiled on, not knowing, through 
mists and enveloping shadow; the eyes are hooded 
like the falcons of the chase. But now the light 
and the new hope have come to the world. I give 
it to you in revelation. Again, I see your fingers 
fly over the paper. I will give you strength. You 
must finish this Message. There is much yet to 
be said. . . . Tell mortals now that I have given 
them this Message, to make their burdens joy-bur- 
dens, carrying them lightly, laughing happily, 
walking swiftly and with earth-serenity toward the 
goal which will be the Mansion for which they are 
prepared in our Realm, where may be sensed an 
exquisite and immediate fruition. . . . Again, . . . 
space, space, . . . extent, . . . (there is no word) 
. . . and eternal peace! ... I cannot explain it. 
. . . "Those Everlasting Arms!" . . . "And He 
carried the Lamb in His Bosom!" . . . Close, 
close, we are pressed to my Precious God's 
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XXV 

We are not always in the separate communities 
of which I have spoken . . . not always in our own 
Mansion. But the similar soul-state of spirit-life 
will reach towards the harmony of similar compan- 
ionship. So we can reach out with our emana- 
tions and sense other personalities. We may not 
be in complete harmony, but unhappiness is not 
created. And this we often do. We help each 
other by so doing. To our Mansion of aspiration 
and beauty-fineness an added strength comes to 
us. . . . And so we grow in this way. 

Do not think of a "Mansion" as contraction. . . . 
It is expanse (no word!) ... a continent (little 
groveling earth-word!). It is filled with beauty, 
the essence of infinite beauty, emanations that re- 
main for eternities. We replenish from these 
(yes, that is right!), and then give out again. 
"Ages," "eternities" (earth-words!) ! Time is not 
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XXVI 

There is verdure here and flower-life so ex- 
quisitely profuse and fragrant . . . and hills and 
valleys and mountains, . . . always expanse! . . . 
The freedom of this ! . . . Great lakes and greater 
waters . . . but no more material than we, the 
spirit-souls. ... A spirit-essence as we, they cor- 
respond to our spirit-life. . . . And there is ani- 
mal-life and bird-life and bird- song, . . . crystal 
song, ... a stimulation as the flower-fragrance. 
. . . And insect-life, . . . many strange, the coun- 
terpart of physical existences on worlds other than 
earth. . . . All, all of spirit-essence. ... So 
God's creations do not die. . . . Tell the world! 
. . . They have their own existences, their com- 
munications, and throw out their emanations; so 
they communicate with us, the spirit-souls of mor- 
tal man. . . . And we understand them as was 
never done on the earth-plane. And write this: 
And learn from them, . . . earth-existences that 
man has trodden underfoot and used as man-slaves, 
and punished, and sometimes burdened with cruelty. 
Here they have their existence and understanding. 
It is God's Love and Goodness to all his creation. 
They have an inner life which has been hidden from 
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nized certain qualities which we called instincts. 
But higher faculties exist which mortal penetration 
has not discovered. . . . The flower-life, the inner 
life of flowers is so exquisite as we may study it 
. . . little microscopic traits of subtlety and fine- 
ness and sensitiveness . . . flower-souls I . . . How 
uncouth we were thought of them on the earth- 
plane. ... So again, in this spirit-world there are 
new delights of finding a harmony and understand- 
ing between us and what we in our ignorance called 
inferior creation. We did not know. ... A 
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XXVII 

Flowers, once more! ... I stopped with them 
and begin again to help you to sense their spirit- 
life here. . . . Their fragrance ! The world has not 
grasped the world-essence through fragrance, a 
sense more dulled on earth. Here it becomes ac- 
centuated (a dull, dull word!), glorified, so that 
one kneels before it as a devotee at the shrine (yes, 
that is better!) ... A rapturous delight here! 
Not heavy like from swamp-flowers, tainted maybe 
as growing from muddy and unclean waters, but 
suggestive as I have told you like the wild flowers 
of early spring-time . . . always the spring-time! 
(Dick, do you remember how you always stood be- 
fore the first little baby-green?) . . . always like 
spring-time! ... So with fragrance there is the 
exhilaration and that peculiar quality of awakening 
that one senses in spring-blossoms and fragrance. 
. . . Always the radiance (no word!) of a perpet- 
ual youth and happiness and buoyancy, and what 
the mortal called hope, that brought new energy 
and stimulus to do even laborious things, that 
made the eye look upward through the green 
branches filled with singing birds to the great blue 
of the sky, . . . God's dear Spiritual Eye looking 
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fragrance exist here, and our spiritual eyes see, 
great expanses of these, with colors of delicacy un- 
known to mortals. For with an increased glory 
of perception and assimilation comes the spiritual 
object infinitesimally glorified to be perceived. . • . 
So even to the mortal this principle holds; if he 
wills it, the influx is limitless and he will see Heaven 
while yet on earth. . . . And so the flower-world 
speaks to us through gentle essences and its color- 
glory. . . . Speaks to us, my Beloved, as we spir- 
its of Light converse with each other through 
emanations! . . . The flower-soul! ... we learn 
from it here. . . . God has given it a high place. 
They do not die on earth except to come here again. 
. • . Some of certain species appear again on the 
earth-plane with each new spring-time. . . . God 
leaves them for the earth-man. Others seemingly 
die, but come to us. . . . So tell mortal-man to 
quiver the nostril and drink in the flower-spirit, 
to open wider the man-eye and admit their tints and 
delicate grace so they may rest in the human heart, 
for it prepares them for the glorified flower-life 
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XXVIII 

There is no darkness here. I sense the question. 
. . . The quality of the light is softness (yes, that 
is right!) and effulgence, the light of serenity and 
happiness. The spiritual flower-life and the green 
are always with us. It is always like the first green 
of spring-time. There are no snows and piercing 
winds. There is no darkness nor gloom. These 
were earth-phenomena that hovered over care and 
earth-troubles. . . . An all-pervading serenity! . . . 
Our emanations are never hurried, not fluttering, 
but like a floating bird with quiet wings. . . . The 
serenity of Heaven is never disturbed. . . . Yes, 
you have written all as it exists. • . . Tell mortals ! 



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XXIX 

Again I come to you. . . . Write ! .... I hear 
you asking of the heroes who have fallen in battle. 
. . . Dick, Heaven's serenity has not been dis- 
turbed. I have told you of the "Many Mansions." 
The soldier who has given up his earthly life glori- 
ously has gone beautifully to his own, and there is 
the House of Heroes in this Heavenly Realm, the 
souls of daring, brave and venturesome men who 
have helped to win the battles of the world, or who 
have been overcome in trying to win them. This 
House of Warriors is so different from our own 
that I can scarcely sense it. We rarely ever give 
our characteristics to them, or at least they seem to 
need these just so very little; but they will grow to 
our appreciation. On some soil our little seeds do 
not thrive so well. . . . And yet, they have glori- 
ous, noble, big traits, these heroes. It is the man- 
power. We are more towards the sensitive type, 
feminine, the earth-word. And yet, this element 
of the soldier-soul is with us also, the soul of ideal- 
ism that has grasped the sword and fallen in bat- 
tle. Their sword had always the glint of gold 
through it. I speak in the language of spirits, 
though with your earth-words. 

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sions, where they would have gone had they "passed 
over" under more normal conditions. So each 
Mansion will have its soldier-souls. But the war- 
rior, the hero-type, the patriot-heart whose sword 
flashed under spirit-vitality, inspired, and with the 
virility of genius, such a one will go to the Man- 
sion of the Heroes. 

Every soldier who falls in battle was not a hero. 
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XXX 

I send a message with a great love-wave of ten- 
derness to the heroine-mothers and wives whose 
men have fallen recently in battle. This is the 
message : 

Do not grieve. They have died gloriously! 
They live ! They live and are in happiness. They 
were in peace when mortal-eye saw carnage and 
destruction. What suffering they had they bore 
as men, your beloved sons and husbands. Ten- 
derly, each was taken to his own Home (yes, that 
is right!). If you are bound in love and under- 
standing to them, they await you. Be comforted I 
. . . I have told you! 

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XXXI 

JANUARY 27TH. 

I am here and will write now. . . . You will be 
filled with a peculiar exaltation. I see you spread- 
ing your open hands over your brow. I will speak 
of the Christ. He is here in our midst as a Greater 
Luminous Radiance than this spirit-creation of 
which I am one. On each of the many planes He 
exists as one Individuality, but as separate Forms 
on different planes. . . . From Him there comes 
the greater Light as given from the Father, and 
we as the Angel-messengers replenish from this 
finer Essence, but the more exalted the plane, the 
more like to Him are the spirit-presences of that 
plane (yes, that is right!). We see the Christ 
with our spiritual vision and there is adoration 
among the Angels of Heaven. He moves amongst 
us constantly, and we are exalted. He is the 
Father's Essence, as are we, but his degree of fine- 
ness above our own is infinity, because He is the 
Son, begotten of the Father, was Mortal Man, suf- 
fered and died that we might live the future Life 
of our existence. 

These last sentences by repetition, passing 
through heartless and thoughtless lips, have become 
deadened and diluted, and have lost their efficacy 

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on the earth-plane. To the spirit-life here, by con- 
tact, the Personal and Divine Emanation from 
Christ permeates again into the spirit-consciousness 
as something new and ever vital and fresh. We 
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XXXII 

He moves amongst us, my Beloved, The Christ! 
And His Presence in this vast expanse of Place 
and Mansions is felt like an all-pervading inspira- 
tion (no word!) . . . exaltation . . . stimulation 
. . . quickening (gray, dull, dead words!). Yes, 
we see Him, a Greater Radiance, moving amongst 
us, and refreshment comes like the morning dews 
to the parched grasses. For even our essences re- 
vivified from earth's influences partake of this 
Glorified Essence. From Him radiates the Divine 
Emanation of Love and Goodness. We replenish 
as we are prepared to absorb, ... a Fountain of 
clear Water, always running over with the Mystery 
of Love, so freely and bountifully given. And al- 
ways as I wrote at the beginning of this Message, 
the experience is the personal-clinging Love, re- 
ceived as if all the fountain-essence of Love was 
poured into your own heart. . . . Christ is with us ! 
. . . Tell the World! ... The Son of God! . . . 
And each as He draws into this place of spiritual 
existence will feel the Folds even as a Glorified 
Garment wrapped about one in Fatherly Tender- 
ness. . . . The mother-love comes to the earth- 
child, the earth's standard of tenderness. But 
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abundance, as do all the stars of the firmament 
obliterate one little earth-lantern (yes, that is 
right!). As Christ has brought us to these first 
planes of existence (for He appeared in many 
worlds, in many Forms) , so He will lead us to the 
more exalted places. The Emanation of the Holy 
Ghost, God's Own Essence, He gives to us, the 
spirit-life of different planes. Through this we 
advance in our existences, we exalt each other, and 
we send our beneficence and our healing to all crea- 
tion-worlds to uplift the mortals. ... I have told 
you! 



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XXXIII 

JANUARY 27TH, EVENING. 

Yes, I am here waiting for you, the medium of 
inspiration, my own beloved husband! . . . Here 
there is a great peace that "passeth understanding," 
a calm serenity, an unclouded atmosphere through 
which our emanations of beauty and stimulation 
pass in waves of equal dignity and serenity. ... 
Not inertia, but a progress of infinite solemnity 
and grandeur that is unruffled and unhurried, and 
corresponding to the dignity of the infinitude of 
the movement of world-systems and creations. . . . 
I am weakly trying to impress magnitude through a 
mortal word-language, inadequate and child-like, 
even on its own earth-sphere. And, oh, how im- 
possible to explain this heart-beat of creation! . . . 
And in this House of "Many Mansions" we exist 
in an exquisite enjoyment of undreamed beauty and 
love, our earth-talents and spiritual propensities 
stimulated, receptive to waves of higher goodness 
and beauty, sensitive and recognizing our blessings 
and progression. In that, great happiness comes 
to us. Helping spirits of life that may need us, 
giving our emanations to the earth-men, seeking 
the soil for earth-genius and nurturing this, receiv- 
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birds and flowers, grasses and trees as actual com- 
municating spirit-creations ( sensing even peculiari- 
ties of traits in the different flowers of a kind, just 
as two sensitive friends might be very lovable, bat 
yet different and distinct), watching the little radi- 
ance-babies grow and lift their tendrils of love and 
affection towards us. . . . All of these are Heav- 
en's interests, my Beloved, and these are the spirit- 
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XXXIV 

May this Message bring to the earth mortals joy! 
. . . "Watchman! What of the Night? . . . Will 
the Night soon pass?" ... I have given you the 
answer: . . . "And the Glory of the Lord shall be 
revealed, and all flesh shall see it together, for the 
Mouth of the Lord has spoken it." . . . Hear 
these texts again freshly with the wonder-eye of 
the child, . . . not with the emasculation of a 
droning monotony, heard through the ages. . . . 
You ask? ... (I sense the question) . . . Have 
no doubts ! ... It is right, and I am guiding you 
under inspiration. ... It is developing. . . . It 
is I, your Beloved Wife. ... I believe it will help 
the world. Now sleep ! . . . [Yes, that is right, al- 
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XXXV 

Since I have left the mortal-world just three 
words have been lingering through your conscious- 
ness: "God is Love!" I placed them there! . . . 
Tell the world God is Love! . . . Tell the world 
that is enough to understand. Tell theology to 
drop its long sermons, its dry creeds, its trappings, 
its gaudy word-presentations (little hollow bub- 
bles . . . empty . . . empty, and they look so in- 
flated and honest with glittering exterior!), its sen- 
sationalism, its stage-paint. Tell the clergy to 
pray, and pray unceasingly, for a realization of the 
text: "God is Love!" They may become old men 
before it reaches the silent inner chambers of their 
hearts. Tell them its realization will make them 
Christ-like and humble. They will be good shep- 
herds. They will feed their sheep, and the sheep 
will follow them and look at them with more trust- 
ful eyes. The sheep are straying now in many 
places. Tell them the people are seeking to know 
God and to know love and to be guided. Tell 
them to find love in each sentence of the Bible and 
in the blessed arts and in each creation and phe- 
nomenon of nature, and if they do not find it, to 
bring in a little child to help them. . . . And after 
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and ask God to show them again how He, the 
Father of Love. . . . Is Love. . . . And when He 
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XXXVI 




Ho — *y Jfoblcb 



Yes, Dick, I am writing this again, . . . our 
love-melody, through which gleams the Christ-birth 
. . . past memories for you and for me! It must 
go, as I write it, among these Letters. ... It rep- 
resents your spirit and my spirit intertwined as we 
gave the blessed Christmas motets and choruses 
about the Tree of Light (yes, that is right !) . I want 
it because it expresses the ideality of your rever- 
ence, and the adoration you gave from your deepest 
heart at that time to your serious art. . . . Wait! 
... I sense you do not wish me to say this and 
have your personality linked with the more exalted 
one of my spirit-existence. But it must be written 
as I express this to you. You are the medium of 
communication. You are writing automatically 
through my inspiration. I, again, have received 
this Message which must pass through your com- 
munication to the world. ... I have told you! 

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. . . Again, I sense your quickness. ... I come 
to you often with my spirit-presence. ... I see 
you go to a place of green, where there is a figure 
rising, made by a silent genius-friend. ... It is 
beautiful. . . . Tell her! . . . Include the inscrip- 
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XXXVII 




I draw this flower, my flower ! . . . She and you 
will know ! Let its beauty and fragrance bind you 
three of earth closer. It enfolds you with me ! . . . 
I see you before the shrine in my study . . . the 
flowers ! . . . the virgins with the little Christs, and 
the candles that gleam there sometimes with a soft 
light, before which you adore me (I must use the 
word, my Beloved, for that is what I sense) ! . . . 
I see the illuminated copy of "Holy Night" en- 
circling my photograph, the one you tenderly call 
"my artist-child," the one of profile . . . and can- 
dles beside it ! . . . Always the steady flame of the 
golden candle-light! . . . You remember how we 
loved the candle-light together, my adored hus- 
band? . • . My earth-friends and loved ones I 
help. Some are scattered now like blowing au- 
tumn leaves, but I will unite them closer. . . . 
Some have suffered. Tell them not to grieve. My 
comfort and love surround them as in earth-days; 
my emanations are constantly with you, my pres- 
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my manifestations. The states of this spirit- 
world are not to be translated through mortal 
language, the infinite cannot be expressed through 
the finite, and especially through earth-lan- 
guage. . . . Earth-language! . . . (wait!) . . . 
staggering like an overladened beast of burden . . . 
driven here and there by the passing crowd . . . 
nobility often emasculated . . . and the pauper 
wears the crown! . . • Do you remember how I 
struggled with earth-words ?'.".. You helped me, 
Dick. ... I am your Anne, grateful! I am un- 
der a partial earth-influence at this moment. . . . 
The world may understand. It is just as if I were 
beside you. ... I sense the earth-home! I write 
to you often and only for yourself in this conscious- 
ness (yes, that is right!) . It will comfort you. It 
is what we knew together, happily hand in hand. 
. . . The other, the exaltation and spiritual union is 
what we will know as One Identity, . . . you and 
I. ... I have told you! . . . One Identity! . . . 




Nf^u- OSXJL, crvvA^ -~>c/^^_ 



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XXXVIII 

JANUARY 29TH. 

I am still here. . . . You are receptive. . . . 
Wait! . . . Yes, I have returned to the higher in- 
fluences, and speak to you by emanation, and not 
through actual presence or proximity. We may 
approach the earth-mortal through proximity. If 
he had the spiritual eye he would see us. Certain 
of earth-mortals have this, but it does not go al- 
ways with earth-soul exaltation. At times both 
exist. The wisdom of using or cultivating this on 
the earth-plane is doubtful. I have been with you 
often through proximity, but did not permit you 
to visualize, fit is better not, for it disturbs the 
earth-mind and the earth-sensibility and sometimes 
the earth-usefulness. In earth-proximity the 
spirit leaves behind him his efficacy, for the time, of 
Heaven-emanation ; so it is better to open the heart 
and wish the larger beneficence than to visualize 
the spirit-form. For the spirit-form without its 
spirit-treasure does not bring the mortal to the 
higher places. Tell mortals, then, not to wish to 
see the spirit-faces, but to open their hearts and to 
send their aspiration skyward like an incense . . . 
it will be star-glittered ! 

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XXXIX 





JANUARY 30TH. 

Yes, I am here. . . . You did not finish this 
morning. . . . Wait! I will begin again! . . , 

These drawings imperfectly represent envelopes. 
• . . The envelope is a spiritual symbol for All- 
life (yes, that is right!). Into it we place our im- 
pulses, their development into deeds and activities, 
our service, our love. We close it up, not knowing 
whither it will go when we close our mortal eyes 
for the last time. Humanity has hoped with a 
glorious hope. It has read its Bible, said its pray- 
ers and recited the creeds. It has taken the last 
blessed Sacrament with the Word of God on its 
lips. And yet, there has lurked deep down in the 
consciousness of man that it might all be a delusion 
and a dream, that it might not be so, that a peculiar 
desperation would incite the imagination to beauti- 
ful images of lasting bliss and eternal rest. No 
mortal can truly say that such thoughts have not 
flitted in stealthy doubt through his inner con- 

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sciousness. But now, now send the message to my 
brothers of the mortal world, and again I repeat 
the message: There is no Death! . . . but there 
is eternal bliss and happiness, the future ex- 
istence, the sequential development under glorious 
conditions, as the closed petals unfold to the opulent 
flower through the tenderness and warmth of the 
early summer influences. The promises of Christ 
will be fulfilled. Ring the bells of the Resurrection 
Morning, the glorious Call to the awakening world 
to believe again with the larger and more glorious 
conviction! Christ is risen! Let each day be the 
Easter-day of joy! I speak to you in the earth- 
language of the festival of Christians of the earth- 
world. . . . Other worlds have had their Christ. 
This Message that I bring is for the earth-man. 
. . . Other messengers, other inspirations, other 
mediums of reception for other worlds! I speak 
for my beloved earth-world, and to all this world. 
I use the Christian symbol, but speak for all re- 
ligions. . . . There will be no annihilation for one 
of God's creatures. . . . Tell mortals this! Even 
a self-inflicted non-belief will be unfolded to a 
higher realization through the love that abides. 
. . . I have told you! . . . Let each earth-mortal 
do his full measure of service and beauty, let him 
understand love and kindness, let him lift tenderly 
the brother who may not be so fortunate as him- 
self, let him seek beauty and follow goodness and 
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realization of the future joy, not doubting nor 
fearing, let him keep his mind open for the Heaven- 
ly messages, . . . the Wings of Angels are ever 
near. . . . And so he will reach his own Mansion 
in the Heavenly Kingdom! . . . There is no 
Death! ... It is the Joy-Message of these Let- 
ters. ... I have told you ! 

I sense your question . . . the drawings, the en- 
velopes of symbolism which begin this Letter ! • . . 
It is a device of emphasis to arouse the interest. 
... So we teach the child. . . . Mortals are but 
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XL 



JANUARY 31ST. 

I am communicating now. . . . We are spirit- 
essences, but I wish to draw some finer differences. 
. . . All who are in the same Mansion are bound 
to each other in golden love as we are to those of 
other Mansions, as we are to mortals on the earth's 
world and to all creatures, yes, of all the worlds 
of all creations. . . . Not only the man-creatures, 
but all creation, even the inanimate stones that lie 
scattered over earth's meadows, and that man has 
sensed as spiritless. One sees God's Light in cer- 
tain stones. Men call them "precious stones." . . . 
You remember, my Beloved, how the gleam and 
varied colors of "precious stones" intoxicated me 
with the beauty-sense. But in the dull and inert 
rock there is God's love. Yes, say this! They 
have their communications. . . . Who will say, ex- 
cept mortal man through his yet slumbering sensi- 
bilities, that these are lower creations! They are 
not. They are by man unrecognized in their fine- 
ness. The outward apparel which hides the God- 
essence is infinite in variety. It is the Divine wish 
that there should be affiliation among all creation, 
that its members and varieties should work for each 
other and stimulate in some not understood way. 

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And from man should come that fine sense of re- 
ciprocation that may show itself through a kind 
nurture. Plant the trees and the flowers and the 
grasses so they may grow, for they wish to grow. 
Do not destroy before fruition. They too have 
their earthly mission and will later come to us. Use 
certain animal creations that are strong and helpful 
to solve material problems and for convenience, 
and have others about you in your home as com- 
panions. We learn patience from them, and their 
affections awaken affection. But be kind and 
tender with them. Try to understand their ways, 
and be quiet often and listen to them. They will 
unfold their world. Soulless they have been called 
by the mortals. Nothing is soulless. Even there 
is animation in inertia. So tell mortals to be kind 
to the other creations besides man and to look on 
them, now I have given the revelation, with interest 
and awe and wonder, ... a spiritual essence! 
... So will the entire world be drawn together by 
the higher links of love and understanding. . . . 
I am trying to impress the condition of our more 
exalted existence on mortal man, so that earth may 
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XLI 

FEBRUARY 3RD. 

I am here waiting for you. The conditions were 
unquiet yesterday and it made you restless. Only 
write in quiet and calmness. I will continue! . . . 
The man of the earth-world with intuitions dormant 
knows only his own world, and senses but dimly the 
Land of the great Spirit-light. He sees other 
worlds in the dimness of the night and has evolved 
some of their laws, ever seeking, but is as yet igno- 
rant of the great scheme of the universe. Through 
his limitations his tendency is to think of the earth- 
world as all-important, earth-man as God's chosen 
earth-creatures, and the Land of the Beyond as 
his Heaven. His vision is small, and a gentle com- 
placency satisfies, . . . "drifting," he tells himself 
. . . though our influences constantly stimulate to a 
higher unfolding for him. I have told you that the 
spirits of mortals of other worlds and systems are 
with us on our plane, but I have not given you the 
inspirational message that there are other planes 
still higher, on which dwells the life of mortals who 
have lived in other worlds and systems, more 
exalted because more developed than our own 
world. These worlds have existed a far greater 
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greater, as the life of a great world-system is longer 
than the existence of the animalculse of a moment. 
Their mortals, through influence from the higher 
planes in all the time of their existence, have be- 
come a more highly sensitively organized race than 
the earth-man. So these go to their own places 
and own planes, which are higher and more exalted 
than our own. And so there are planes of infinite 
number, corresponding to the development of 
mortals of different worlds. But some of the 
lesser developed ones on these higher planes may 
come to the Mansions even of our lower planes 
(ours is not the lowest of planes), and these we 
have with us, besides our earth-spirits. So you 
may sense this: Inferior spirits of a higher plane 
will affiliate in the Beyond and in this Land of 
Celestial Light with the higher spirits of the lower 
plane, each one to his own Mansion of this lower 
plane as he is prepared. So tell the mortals of 
earth to have a wider vision and to grasp through 
what I have told you some of the (no word!) 
stupendous (weak earth-word!) principles of 
spirit-life, development, and revelation. ... I 
have told you! . . . Impress on the earth mortal! 
New fibres will grow in his will (the will to do and 
to conquer!) to live the earth-career, so he may 
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XLII 

FEBRUARY 3RD,, LATER. 

I am with you again. . . . This will seem a 
strange communication to you and to the mortals of 
the earth's plane. They have believed differently. 
This is what I wish to communicate: Mortals 
do not "see God" as they believe in certain states 
of exaltation, such as may come to devout, prayer- 
ful earth-souls. When I passed into the Realm 
of Life, there came to me, besides the influences 
of which I have spoken, the clinging, personal 
Love, the greater serenity and calm awakening, 
and infinite trust . . . no, complete inertia, with 
Supreme Guidance . . . that may be right, but 
only cumbersome mortal words (little brittle glob- 
ules that break easily and are found empty!) 
. . . there came an added inner radiance and glory 
(dull words!), of which all the wonderful love and 
tenderness I have mentioned so frequently seemed 
but the outer covering (the first tenderness already 
sensed, infinitely greater than man's finest soul- 
perceptions can appreciate), revolving about a 
Central Light, as the earth-planets encircle the sun. 

This secondary love, already comforting and 
clinging to the newly uplifted spirit- soul as the 
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quisite perfume and beauty, or as the iridescence 
of color encircles the film of a floating bubble, 
seemed to rise as a mist of Love-Energy from a 
great Central-Life or Influence that fed it as a per- 
petual Spring of bubbling Waters . . . and this 
Fountain of the God-Essence is disseminated in the 
World of spiritual life, the great Fountain of 
Energy and Love and Spiritual Beauty throwing 
its iridescent spray through the Spiritual World 
in all the Mansions of all the Planes of all Creation. 
And about these bits of God-Essence cling the 
beauty-essences of spirit-emanation and of spirit- 
goodness, an outer garment under which pulsates 
the God-Heart and Innermost Essence of the God- 
Head. In each spiritual creation it exists . . . not 
only in the spirits of mortal man, but of all creation 
that was called growing and also inanimate, all 
world-systems that find their counterpart in spirit- 
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XLIII 

The God-Essence is for the spirit-places of 
serenity after mortals and all creatures and 
creation-life have passed from their material 
abode. To man and to all creatures and creative 
life of material worlds this highest God-Essence 
does not reach, but the influences felt are the 
emanation of spirits of different planes which have 
been supernally (no word!) glorified by a Central 
Influence. Mortal man, then, does not see or feel 
God as do the spirits of Light of our own and the 
infinite other planes. He feels the reflection of 
the great Central Luminosity, which reflection the 
spirit-life sends to the material planes of the uni- 
verse. The Inner God-Head is for the spirits of 
Light. Its strength would be too severe for the 
mortal, not ready for the transfiguration. So, 
even in ecstatic moments of mortal soul-elevation, 
they are the spirit-essences that permeate and 
exalt. The Essence of the God-Heart is not for 
mortal creation, but for those who are already on 
the spiritual plane, and accept it as the Central 
Essence. . . . I have told you! 



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FEBRUARY 4TH. 

Yes I am here. ... It is early morning and I 
have awakened you. . . . Now write! ... I have 
drawn imperfectly the cocoon, another spiritual 
symbol of impressive significance (weak earth- 
words!) . Unwind, unfold it thread by thread, layer 
by layer, each bit of silky gossamer-texture repre- 
senting a portion of the life and destiny of an indi- 
vidual world. So the first strand is unwound and 
untwisted from a mother-world, and its existence 
begins. Alone in its orbit it revolves according to 
universal laws it has absorbed for its destiny and 
progress. Thread by thread, filament by filament, 
layer by layer the exterior surface is cast away 
through elimination. Mortal man is being evolved 
from materiality to spirituality, and so from all of 
God's earth-creation the physical is being constantly 
and subtlely changed, permeated gradually by a 
spiritual element that finally conquers and over- 
whelms it. Such re-births of mortal and all created 
things in the world's progression have an added 
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essence in their being. Destiny, which is but the 
innermost Essence of God's Love, unwinds the 
filaments of the world-man and creation-existence 
. . . but it moves toward the Golden Heart! . . . 
Tell mortal earth-man! . . . The spiritualizing of 
what is material through evolution, which is God's 
Love working through system and earth-time, is 
the cosmic scheme of regeneration. There is no 
retrogression in world-systems, peoples and crea- 
tions. 



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XLV 



FEBRUARY 4TH, LATER. 

I am writing with you as my medium. . . . 

The representation through a symbol of upheaval 
of world-issues from the God- Spirit, the univer- 
sal God-Love overshadowing and connecting the 
world-systems! . . . Quiescence first! Then a 
gaseous and fiery matter in stupendous activity 
revolving from its own center with centrifugal and 
centripetal energy directed by God's inflexible laws 
of creation, revolving in infinite space later by its 
own latent energy created by the God-Head . . . 
a glowing, glorious sphere of liquid fire, suspended 
in infinite space! . . . and so through countless 
ages of man's time going to its destiny of higher 
development. As the single sphere, so the systems 
of worlds and spheres, each in tremendous cosmic 
energy, each isolated and angrily alone in its fumes 
of fire, smoke and vapor. . . . And yet . . . not 
alone, but bound by God's Love in one chain of 
worlds, His Essence even now permeating to the 
center of each fire-heart, from which later is to 
come quiescence again, the earth-peace, and the 
birth of mortal-man, animal, insect, plant, stone. 

And so were the worlds of creation born, that 
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higher places and planes of spiritual life. . . . 
But the first fire, I hear you ask? ... It comes 
from God's Energy. . . . The central idea of the 
God-Energy is constructive, then progressive 
through sequence of mortal growths, then further 
progress and the state of Blessedness through 
higher spiritual influences (yes, that is right!). 
I hear you ask of the ultimate place of Blessedness 
of the highest plane. . . . No, there will not be a 
future state of Heavenly rest, meaning inertia, as 
the last condition of the perfect Life. God is 
Energy as well as Love. His highest Angels will 
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y^ 







FEBRUARY 6TH. 

iYes, I am with you again this evening. . . . This 
is the Tree of Life, a symbol of the passing of 
mortal-man from birth, the mortal birth, until the 
re-birth into the Realm of Light and Blessedness. 

The soil is below. The roots are creeping 
through this, clinging, clinging, burrowing into the 
sub-strata, so that this mighty creation may fulfill 
its destiny, and reach its trunk upwards, and the 
branches grow securely from its solidity, and the 
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each other and grow outwards and upwards 
towards the soft blue above. . . . Always the 
tenderness and the clinging quality of these deli- 
cate interlacing elements that rise from the stern, 
rigid, straight and solid central trunk! . . . and 
then the intimacy of the early green of leaf with the 
darker green of the delicate twig, or the lighter 
brown of the later branch. It is the grateful ele- 
ment of disassociation of what would be a mass 
of living color, into the isolated leaf of freshness 
and tenderness, exquisitely differentiated for dif- 
ferent varieties of species, the symmetries and pen- 
cillings and flutterings of the little vertebrae on 
each leaf. And then from the paternal trunk reach 
out the larger branches, maybe of kindred sizes, 
some like each other, but often one strangely dif- 
ferent. And often on such a one there grow none 
of the affectionate little twigs and the shy, modest 
leaves of delicate texture. Such a barren branch 
seems sullen and likes to be alone and peer 
out into space in its own way. And when a hang- 
ing branch of green crosses its path, it seems to 
absorb such identity, so that only the bare, barren 
limb is seen as we visualize. And so the little leaves 
often die when they stay long in such company. 
Sometimes their one twig of attachment is bent 
so they cannot return to their own kind, which is 
their unhappiness. But where one little branch 
with its sisters of green clinging to it is so cast into 
the shadow of malignant influences (yes, that is 

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right!), there is joy for the infinite number that 
are left and that look to the sunlight and feel the 
tenderness and exquisite gentleness of the blue 
above them in the daytime, and welcome the seren- 
ity of the stars at night. And so the glory of the 
greater number makes the glory of the tree. The 
dead branch here and there too is overwhelmed by 
the happiness and joy-song, the golden song of the 
green foliage. And later come the perfume and 
coloring of the blossoms, and in the further sum- 
mer-time the ripened fruit . . . and then the fall, 
the dull thud of contact with the mother-earth, who 
nourishes tenderly with the sap always rising, even 
when the branches are desolate and bare. And so 
for mortal-man this tree stands as the life-symbol. 
He draws his sustenance from the earth with his 
ever-working, facile and eager fingers. His body 
grows as the trunk from nourishment below into 
steadfastness and sturdiness, influenced by condi- 
tions and environment and heredity. It is rather 
inflexible, with here and there growing from its 
sides fungous growths of temptation or sin, with 
here and there an isolated barren branch of char- 
acteristic or personality that gropes softly outward 
and downward often, willingly alone like the sul- 
len, nearly sapless branch around which cling the 
tenderer influences of humbler and gentler leaves 
that it ruthlessly destroys. 

But God's Love has made the leaves and the 
blossoms of the tree also. They are man's opti- 

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mism and tender hopes and crying aspirations that 
crown all and reach with grace and clinging love 
about the straight and rigid and unbending 
branches. They are the influences waiting to sooth 
and to give hope, and they are high and nearest to 
Heaven, but they grow also on the lowest branches 
near the earth. And sometimes, even from the 
central trunk, quite low down, a strange leaf may 
grow . . . like the wish to give tenderness where 
there is the greatest inflexibility. . . . And then 
the fruit . . . that last earth-maturity for which 
the flower has given up its life, its fragrance and 
beauty to blend into the full consummation. The 
ripened fruit falls to the earth and its seeds are 
scattered, the embryo in which pulsate God's Life 
and Love, and from these spring the new tree- 
creations. And when the tree has had its earthly 
life and dully falls to the earth, or is destroyed, its 
spirit, the God-essence in its creation, returns to 
the Heavenly planes and it has spirit-representa- 
tion. . . . And so with mortal-man! . . . the tree 
is a spiritual symbol of mortal life. . . . There is 
no Death! . . . 



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XLVII 




FEBRUARY 6TH. 

I am here and will want you to draw. ... Be- 
gin! . . . These are the tangled grasses of the 
field, another spiritual symbol. They are the 
fine sensitive types of creation, with the flowers, but 
without their fragrance and the coloring of the sun- 
sets ... so lowly and often trodden under foot by 
man as he walks along looking upward and destroy- 
ing their life and aspirations, for they also look 
toward the glorious sun. They are sometimes in 
great expanse and sometimes in lonely little places, 
in shadows, and under projecting rocks ... al- 
ways so lonely and appealing in such places. And 
they grow in luxuriance and profusion in their dress 
of light green, their swinging grace emphasized by 

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the passing gentle winds, bending low very often, 
as in adoration, but always returning with slender 
fingers pointing upward to their own Heavenly 
places, where they too will go after they fall away 
and wither. . . . And so they exist to man as a 
gentle symbol of humility and modesty. They see 
the passing sweep of the low-flying bird, the flutter 
of the hovering butterfly, and hear the murmur of 
the bee as he passes arrogantly by to the brilliant 
flower-cups, . . . always passed by as not very im- 
portant to other creation . . . and at their feet the 
little busy ants hurry on, and the other insect-life 
has its own duties and cares, and talks to each 
other, each in his own communication . . . but al- 
ways without noticing the forest of interlaced, 
green slenderness and graceful curve above them. 
. . . And so they seem not very much wanted, the 
grasses, by the rest of creation, and it has made 
them very humble. But this humility is touched 
by God's Grace, and the grasses of the field stand 
exalted in the Heavenly planes to which they 
come. From the grasses which have been down- 
trodden in the meadows of earth- and worlds- 
planes, the Angels of Heaven learn humility. . . . 
So let mortal-man also try to understand their 
gentleness, and to look on them as the symbol of 
humility, dimly rare in mortal-man, but full of 
great loveliness, and touched by the bending grace 
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XL VIII 

FEBRUARY 6TH, EVENING. 

I am here, always here, awaiting your pencil, 
with me writing the Message. . . . You have been 
faithful! . . . Never write when tired. ... I 
must write through you when calm, and at rest and 
in the quiet . . . wait! . . . There are so many 
things of exhaustless number which I wish to give 
in my Message to the earth-world, so I must con- 
tinue and fulfill the mission of my spirit-writing 
through you. ... I send the message with strong 
spirit-force: Banish fear! And again I repeat: 
Banish fear from the earth-plane! ... As we go 
on in mortal life the shadows often seem to grow 
heavier and the hopes less buoyant, not encircled, 
as in the time of youth, by iridescent colors. The 
infirmities creep in one by one, surreptitiously 
. . . thieves of the night! . . . until they hover 
over memory and consciousness like the black- 
massed and menacing clouds of a cyclonic storm-up- 
heaval. Fear, deadly fear of an unknown future 
lurks near. Men of the mortal worlds drift often 
toward the great chasm of death trying to forget 
through little fictitious joys, and close their eyes 
from this last, for them, mortal catastrophe, which 
means for so many the unknown and the fearful. 

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Faith is weaE because the great inner calmness is 
not encouraged, which will permit it to nestle there 
and be sheltered and exalted. The manifold duties 
of life are welcomed not so much from the sense 
of doing, but as flimsy devices, a somber garment 
that will cover doubt and weariness and deaden 
fear. The baby and the child simply close their 
eyes in a gentle sleep. It is precious in its sim- 
plicity. For others, there is a deep and beautiful 
faith of the Everlasting Life and Happiness. But 
to many, the last sleep is the dreaded and final 
calamity, the night of oblivion, maybe with little 
gleam-lights here and there, soon obliterated . . . 
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XLIX 

So, again I send the message to the world to 
drop fear as they would a cursed thing. There 
must be a strong (like fibrous muscle-strength!) 
act of the will to do this. With the swift downfall 
of a sharpened sword-blade, the cord that binds 
fear to the mortal race should be severed forever. 
This must come through strong mortal volition. 
The Heavenly influences for grace cannot other- 
wise enter. Banish fear ! . . . I send this message 
with an all-powerful command from the Celestial 
Emanations of the Highest Planes. It is the near- 
est duty, and the first and greatest obligation that 
man owes to himself for the preparation and the 
vision of his future spiritual destiny. . . . |When 
fear is banished, God will enter. 



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n 



FEBRUARY 7TH. 

I am here with you . • , write as I direct! . . . 
The abysses of human consciousness are not often 
probed. Mortal man lives on the upper strata, 
happy in the joy of superficiality, skimming over 
life's span as the swallow lightly flies through the 
air, occasionally making the deeper curves. But 
usually the flight with him is surface-flight, the 
little excrescences of duty and labor, home-cares 
and their anxieties taking the precious moments of 
his existence. And these obligations must be ful- 
filled. It is so ordained. But it is the ultimate 
purpose and destiny of mortal-man that these 
gradually become less absorbing, that through 
intuition and the inward call for a higher guidance 
the material wants will be easier of solution, and 
success and accumulation of the material necessi- 
ties of life may be gathered with a less expenditure 
of that vital man-energy which should he dormant 
as the higher intuitive processes are welcomed. So 
man is progressing toward this epochal period, 
though the realization of its undreamed importance 
will be gradual. The new born earth-baby is one 
step nearer the unfolding earth's possibility than 
the baby of the next earlier birth. The will to 

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conquer is an indomitable force of mortal-man, but 
this appreciation of the spirit-forces as the far more 
exalted and easier and complete solution of the 
problems of mortal life has not been realized. 



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LI 



I have spoken of the spirit-emanations to the 
mortal life of different worlds and systems. These 
are the powers that elevate and prepare for the 
future spiritual planes, but also the powers that 
sweep in a mighty progress the world-laws for 
regeneration and ultimate fulfillment of God's 
supreme purpose. . . . Again, I give the message : 
Open the heart to serenity. The emanations of 
all-happiness on the earth and other world-planes 
are encircling the mortals of these places. The will 
is a glorious endowment of man, but the realiza- 
tion of those supreme influences of spirit-emana- 
tion for guidance is the illuminated goal toward 
which the mortal is now drifting. It is God's wish 
that he should not arrive at this through the slower 
but inevitable supreme law of progress which will 
be, even without man's effort or volition, but that 
he should hasten that glorious moment of the 
mortal awakening by taking to his inmost heart 
the deeper calm and profound serenity, as prep- 
aration for the entrance of the Heavenly forces of 
spirit-emanations. 



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LII 



FEBRUARY 7TH, EVENING. 

Yes, my Beloved, I am with you again. . . . 
The word "courage" has been in your conscious- 
ness, and I placed it there. ... I give the message 
of "courage" to mortal-man 1 . . . Like a mighty 
unconquerable rushing torrent through a mountain- 
gorge it dashes impetuously over high and mas- 
sive rocks . . . dashes, not creeping and slinking 
weakly around them, a fountain of spray and ex- 
hilaration as it enjoys its great leaps over obstacles, 
wearing away the muddy obstruction on either 
bank, and carrying the weaker objects along in 
its joy and enthusiasm, not pushing them aside; 
whirling in circle-eddies to gather the minutest 
bits, churning and champing the water until it 
froths in anger and resentment, gathering its 
might for the narrow channels that oppose and put 
out their lean flanks to obstruct, and rushing 
through with a doubly-mad whirl, with the water 
thrown high to the gentler winds, until the lurking 
sunbeams touch and embrace the shimmering 
mists and transform them into fairy gossamer of 
iridescence. 

And so should mortal-man nurture and encour- 
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obstacles of life, the keen uplifted sword of con- 
quest in the tense, encircling fingers, the body lithe 
and active and alert, the eye opened wide in wonder 
and fearlessness, and the face uplifted to the crested 
mountain-peaks beyond, not seeing the impene- 
trable and tangled forests between. Superb is this 
trait of courage, and super-mortal when the canker 
of self is not corroding the inner heart. When 
there exists the inspirational realization that cour- 
age and its spoils and conquests must be shared, 
that tyrannical usurpation must not exist, that its 
purpose is to be a flaming beacon to lighten and to 
make light the path for others, a lash to flagellate 
the laggards, a stimulation for myopic vision, and 
a precious hope for those who sit by the wayside, 
discouraged, weary and weak and unrewarded. 
Virile courage is the life-stimulation for mortal- 
man. Its freshness sweeps in wild contagious 
ecstasy through the entire world-race. The spirit- 
emanations scatter the seeds of lofty courage 
among the worlds' mortals. It is for these to find 
them and to plant and to nurture, so that the bril- 
liant flower of virile conquest may spring from the 
mortal heart. 



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LIII 

FEBRUARY 7TH, EVENING. 

I am with you * . . (yes, if not too tired!) . . . . 
The incense of kind deeds is rising from mother- 
earth like blue, thin smoke. The spirit-essences see 
and sense this, for it is visible as well as coming to 
us through soul-sensibility. I have written before 
of "kindness" and told you, my beloved husband, 
to impress its importance on the earth-mortal, for 
it is (no earth-word again!) a mortal emanation 
that is nearest related to the Divine Love. It is 
shy and has a sweet humility like the meadow- 
grasses of which I told you, and in its finest es- 
sence does not seek reward or reciprocation. 

If the mortal would try to understand kindness, 
he would soon understand love. It leaves its gifts 
at the heart's door of another, and quickly goes 
away before the door is opened. It is tender and 
forgiving, and does not see the outer garment, but 
thinks only of the inner need, or distress or the 
keener suffering. Those who have given kindness 
on the earth-plane, freely, like the spontaneous 
waters of a gushing mountain-spring, have a 
spiritual Mansion prepared for them of unique 
happiness. For, as they have given, so will they 
receive. It is a Beloved Home among the Man- 

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sions here, and sends its emanations to all other 
Mansions, and the Spiritual Windows are open 
wide to receive (no word!) this spiritual florescence 
. . . fragrance. ... So tell mortals again to be 
kind to each other, and to the other creations 
on the earth. . . . Kindness! . . . Kindness! . . . 
Let them say it often! . . . Some of its spirit- 
essence will remain in their hearts, and the flowers 
of kind deeds and thoughts will blossom. ... I see 
the blue, thin smoke of kindness rising from the 
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LIV 

FEBRUARY 7TH, LATER EVENING. 

I am here. . . . White! . . . White! ... the 
pure heart! ... I give the message: Cleanse 
the mind ... by one will-impulse, and for ever 
after, guard! ... Be watchful! . . . there are 
many doors of entrance, . . . secret, some, and 
some of invisible minuteness. . . . Seek them and 
find them, and bar them with the bars of will and 
prayer! . . . Keep the mind white! . . . No evil 
can then come. . . . An impure line will leave its 
mark . . . and then others stealthily creep in and 
take their places. . . . They know! . . . and even 
two will breed a nest. . . . No, keep the mind 
white! ... If there be a question, the baby will 
answer. . . . 



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LV 



FEBRUARY 8TH. 

Yes, I am here and directing you to write this 
evening and continue this Message. ... So 
mortal-man should have the humility of the lowly 
grasses, the serenity of the night-star should nestle 
in his heart, the menacing spectre of deadly fear 
should be forever banished from his vision, kindness 
and loving sympathy should benignly flow from an 
exalted nature. He should be crowned with the 
courage of aspiring genius, and his thoughts 
should rest peacefully, uncankered and undefiled, 
reflecting the Divine Goodness. 

I have so written, and what I have written, if 
followed, will hasten the coming of the Divine 
awakening on the earth-plane. ... It is the 
Message from the Higher Spiritual Forces to be 
expressed to mortal-man through me, with you, my 
beloved husband, as the earth-medium of writing. 



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LVI 

FEBRUARY 8TH, EVENING. 

... I am still with you. ... I will write of the 
spiritual colors. . . . Rest! ... I have written of 
the serenity of the spiritual places, and the de- 
gree of light, of effulgent light that must be in 
harmony with the spirit- serenity, one that does not 
deaden to a rest-condition, but stimulates to spirit- 
ual activity in sending and receiving the higher 
spirit-emanations. But while this (no word!) 
supernal glow is always here, there pass through 
these infinite spaces in fleeting cloud-lightness, 
(earth-language!) great and varied color-emana- 
tions. From the earth-world and other systems is 
one source of their appearance here, for emana- 
tions of color are constantly rising from mortal 
planes. They are the spiritual emanations of the 
mortal soul-impulses and personality and feeling, 
and they reach us here, some of them, the finer ones, 
through color-emanations sent from the planes of 
mortal-worlds and systems . . . only the finer 
ones (earth language!) ! . . . And these come to 
us as color-waves or color-clouds. The color- 
emanations of man's baser nature do not enter here, 
and even the emanations of color of man's more 
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the portals of the spiritual planes. The spiritual 
colors are the lighter colors etherealized. There 
are no earth colors to correspond ; those of the wild 
blue-bell, the hyacinth, the apple-blosom, the anem- 
one of early spring, all tender earth-names, are 
suggestive of the delicacy (no word!) and spiritual 
values (no word!) which these spirit-colors create 
for us. They are the affinities of the condition of 
serenity. I can explain in no other way . . . and 
the tints I have mentioned of earth-flowers are 
earth-tints. There are infinite variations of these 
spirit-colors that no mortal has seen, but that we 
see and sense in the first moments (earth-word!) 
of the "passing over" as I have explained to you. 
There are also deeper spiritual colors, but the dark, 
dull ones of mortal-planes are not here. They 
arise from the baser emanations, but do not reach 
to this sphere of spirit-life. 



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LVII 

From the "Many Mansions" of the spirit-world 
there flow also the emanations of colors, character- 
istic of the spirit-qualities of those that dwell in 
these Mansions. But, as they are spirit-emanations, 
their colors will be spiritualized. And as Love (how 
weak the earth-word!) transmutes and transforms 
all spirit-life here to its own precious Love-essence, 
and as each of the Mansions must grow toward 
Love, so the love-color dominates and harmonizes 
all color-conditions on the Heavenly spheres. 
Emanations of color from world-planes could not 
arrive here except they contained some degree of 
the Love-Essence. And so I again,tell you, it is the 
love-color that dominates and harmonizes. It is a 
spiritual color and cannot be expressed in mortal 
words, but when sensed, you feel God's Presence. 
For It is Love, and God is Love. And this color- 
inspiration awaits the mortals when they pass from 
the worlds'-planes. Spiritual colors cannot be 
translated or expressed through earth-colors or 
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LVIII 

FEBRUARY 9TH. 

... I am with you, . . . You are early this 
morning. . . . That is right! . . . Color-ema- 
nations! . . . They pass through the spiritual 
planes, then, as spiritual influence always, each of 
whatever spiritual color, containing the Essence of 
the God-Love which harmonizes them so there 
is no kaleidoscopic (earth-toy!) unrepose to the 
spirit-vision or spirit-soul. For this important 
color-element for tranquilization is sensed in each 
way. Each color-wave has its own soul-tranquili- 
zation, but the Love-essence abides in each. So God 
dwells in these vast color-systems of the planes of 
spirits, as he does in their weaker earth-manifesta- 
tions. And, as music (a harsh earth-word as I 
sense its supernal influences and development 
about me in the spirit-life!) is the highest mortal 
art-medium of God's higher spirit-sensibilities, so 
color, in its undulations, its delicacy of tint and 
change, its wraith-like encircling tenderness (from 
which loveliness spring flower-perfumes, the dawns 
of mornings and the glory that leads to the solemn 
portals of the night) ... so color, in its profusion 
and variety and movement, will be an added me- 
dium for mortal art-expression. 

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LIX 

In linking color and music, my Beloved, in the 
presentation we gave on the earth-plane, the germs 
exist for beautiful awakening of still deeper sensi- 
bilities in the heart of mortal-man. For, with the 
realization of the union of music and color, the real- 
ization of a unique and embyro art-medium, the 
little slumbering tendrils in the deeper human 
strata of man's inner consciousness will awaken 
and creep shyly outward to be expressed through 
these glorified raiments. The preparation of the 
outer garment will be the call to arouse further the 
inner flower-life of man's earth-spirit, each medium 
a garment of unique loveliness in itself, and already 
filled with spirit-manifestation before enclosing in 
its spiritual folds the emanations which mortals 
vaporize through the arts. So love and beauty are 
here the outer garments, nurturing by their own 
essences the emanations of love and beauty, and 
with man's spiritual awakening will come the real- 
ization and the demand toward the linking of color 
and music (hard words!). They stand impover- 
ished in earth-language ... a kingly raiment 
changed to beggars' tatters! 



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LX 



FEBRUARY 9TH, LATER MORNING. 

Write again. . . • You are still unwearied. 
. . . Language! ... I have spoken often of this, 
and struggled on the life-plane with its inadequacy 
for expression. The spirit-life of man is often 
above the medium of language, brutalized through 
materiality. The tendency of earth-language is al- 
ways to rise upwards, but its bonds vitiate, and it 
is dragged through muddy places, is debauched, 
its spirit-gleams obliterated. The poet takes the 
remnants and creates his own heaven; but the 
medium is gross, and he will struggle to refine 
where influences are constantly dethroning. With 
man's increased spirituality, the medium of 
language will also spiritualize. As material wants 
become lessened, material words will drop away 
like waste-matter, more and more, leaving only the 
gleaming spirit-words, each one a mortal soul-con- 
dition, little stars of light, expressive of an entirety 
of feeling or thought. Can you see here the growth 
toward the spirit-emanations of our planes, an 
entire atmosphere projected in one emanation? 
And so, language, with its strange excrescences and 
idiosyncrasies will gradually be evolved to a higher 
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pression of mortal-man's yet elementary develop- 
ments. A seeker still of coarse materiality he has 
not yet reached to the larger spiritual man, but 
is evolving. 



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LXI 

Again, I give the message from the higher 
Spiritual Sources. . . . Let man have a greater 
humility and seek the greater serenity with uplifted 
eyes. Let him banish fear and have a higher trust. 
Let him scatter kindness on the earth as the sower 
scatters the seeds of the spring-time. The ground 
is watered, and the little crevices of earth open like 
little mouths, watching and waiting and hoping 
that each may receive even one seed. They will 
enclose it, and watch and wait like a mother with 
child. Let him place on his head the helmet of the 
warrior with waving plumes that quiver from his 
inward inspiration and vision ... a great hunter 
ready for the chase ! And then, my brother-mortals, 
I give you again, with a great tender love-yearn- 
ing, the message: Be chaste and pure of heart 
and mind, . . . the great white entrances, simple 
but of ethereal dignity, through which God walks 
into the human consciousness ! And may God come 
to you through these White Places, my Beloved 
Brothers of the mortal world, and find them as He 
would wish for His Beloved Children. 



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LXII 

FEBRUARY 9TH, EVENING. 

I am with you again to have you write through 
me. . . . The word "heredity" has been in your 
mind the early part of the day. I placed it there, 
and wish to write of this. . . . (Wait! . . . rest!) 
. • • Heredity! . . . An influence of the past 
comes into future life and generations to mock or to 
mar, or again to carry through life on waves of 
prosperity and ease and buoyancy. It grips firm 
and fast into the individual, sometimes crippling his 
will, sometimes endowing him with traits, muddy 
sluices through which he must laboriously wade be- 
fore he reaches the end of his journey, and some- 
times it strews his pathway with flowers that lead 
him to fields of swaying golden grain with the glad 
sunlight and the gentle breezes to refresh him. 

Each mortal of earth is born with some such 
inherited tendencies, that burn deeply and are 
stamped firmly into his plastic organization. And 
so the baby comes into the world with its smile of 
innocence and its gradual wonder-awakening of 
world-influences, already impregnated with tend- 
encies and traits, with passions and with slumber- 
ing tragedy. It is for man to arouse himself to 
this fact, to seek his weakest links and to make them 

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strong by will and prayer, so that the entire chain 
may not be severed. The weakness of a link may 
be long hidden, but the corrosive spot does not dis- 
appear except by the necessary application of the 
efficacious remedy. If each individual will seek the 
weakened links of his chain and work at his own 
forge, making the sparks laboriously fly as he 
hammers the metal into a condition of perfection 
and strong resistance, heredity will be God's great- 
est blessing to man, for then, only the golden traits 
will remain to be perpetuated. And so this will be 
another means of hastening God's kingdom on the 
mortal earth. 



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<LXIII 

FEBRUARY 9TH, EVENING, LATER. 

You are working faithfully, and as my medium 
are writing my words. They are my words and do 
not come from your consciousness, through feeling 
or mental processes. The world must accept this 
fact. To him who doubts or refuses there is retro- 
gression, for he has sealed his mind as a tightly 
sealed vessel, and God cannot enter. There must 
be faith, a spirit-quality. The mental processes in 
accepting this, my Message to the mortal earth- 
world through higher Spiritual Influences than my 
own, must be eliminated. The highest complete 
faith will lead to complete realization and convic- 
tion, the crown of gleaming gold that is placed on 
the brow of faith as a consummation and finality. 
You have had a preparation of fineness in your 
inner development, hidden from the world, and 
which you have tried to hide (write as I say. . . . 
I feel the hesitation!), but have not concealed as 
you thought. It has developed through the dignity 
you have given to your art, and through the cultiva- 
tion of certain traits to which you have aspired. The 
bond between us in mortal life was unique in its 
sympathy and united spiritual aspiration. These 
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Identity. I have told you this before, but wish to 
emphasize. . . • Write as I direct, for it is not my 
own Message, but comes from the higher Spiritual 
Emanations to be repeated. I am the spiritual 
medium, and you, the earth medium. 

I give this message to you impersonally, with the 
circle of love and identity I hold about your head, 
repressed ... I have told you ! 



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LXIV 

FEBRUARY 9TH, EVENING, STILL LATER. 

I am with you again. You are receptive this 
evening. I have returned to the atmosphere of 
spirit-plane emanations and their acceptances, and 
the sensitive state of the mortal world-receptivity 
is quiescent in me. The spirit-world so happy (no 
word ! . . . and I express the negative rather than 
the superlative of an earth-word which form is mis- 
understood by mortals, especially those who empha- 
size their thinking and logical processes . . . for 
happiness on the spiritual plane, which is superla- 
tive, is a condition of serenity and ecstasy and 
aspiration and love for which there is no earth- 
word or soul-feeling of the mortal . . .it cannot 
be expressed,) . . . the spirit-world so happy, then, 
has even in its own Mansions the closer communion 
of sympathetic identities. For each spirit-soul of 
a Mansion is different and apart in soul-identity 
from each other spirit-soul of that Mansion, though 
all bound together in the ties of love, and in our 
own Mansion, by the ties of aspiration and sensi- 
tive art-appreciation. 



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LXV 

An artist on the world-plane may be more happy 
with one artist than with another. There is the 
degree of this affiliation in their mutual aspirations, 
in their fineness, and in the threads of their imag- 
ination and subtler variations of these that are 
beyond expression. But these subtler differences 
are sufficient to make the difference of attraction. 
It is so here, also, in the spirit-realm. We have 
our close spirit-associates, but, because through 
Heavenly influence all spirit-life tends to the most 
sensitive and elevated types in any spiritual Man- 
sion, the close association of the highest types is 
always increasing, and those who are not so sensi- 
tively attuned receive aspirations to become so, 
and we play upon them to bring them to us. Can 
you sense the joy of this sympathy of so many 
spiritual beings together, mutually understanding, 
mutually loving, mutually assisting each other, all 
growing, all aspiring, all impregnated with the 
God-Essence of Love and Beauty? You know, 
my Beloved, how rare on the earth-plane was even 
one friend of understanding, one whose heart- 
strings would vibrate to each of your own sensitive 
soul-impulses. So in this exalted Place of Love it 
has been God's Will to make this exquisite, har- 

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monious adjustment of the Many. . . . The law 
of isolation is not for the Heavenly King- 
dom. . . . There is no room for the one sullen 
branch. ... It is the law of evolution towards the 
highest type, inspirationally understood here, as but 
dimly appreciated on the mortal plane in the rela- 
tion of earth-man to earth-man. 



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LXVI 

FEBRUARY 10TH, MORNING. 

I am with you again, ever-ready to complete this 
Message to the earth-world. The command to me 
still comes to write! . . . The Divine Compassion! 
. . . An earth phrase of exquisite beauty and 
tenderness, and maybe, more than any other, ex- 
pressive of God's Tenderness and Love, that come 
from the Innermost God-Essence. At times of 
great earth-sorrow to the earth-man this Holy 
Influence is felt, and encircles the crushed mortal 
(flat like an ironed, black metal-surface) with the 
Angel-wings ever nestling about him, and giv- 
ing the God-Sympathy permeated with Celestial 
Hope and God-Love. It is then that man in his 
loneliness needs the God-Presence the most, and 
the need is supplied by the permeation that comes 
to him, mortal-mai^ through us, His Angel- 
spirits. 

It is*God's Divine Compassion that so completely 
fills at this time with Divine Compassion, spread- 
ing, enveloping, with the glory and serenity inter- 
twined, as the fall of the earth's sun into the dark- 
ness of night . . . but still more like the creeping 
glory of dawn ; for this leads to the awakening and 
to the renewed stimulation of the activities of the 

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sunlight, and revivifies the vital, halting processes 
of man's activity. 

It is a staff of radiant Light, strong in its 
spiritual strength to uplift and support with its 
gleam of tenderness and comfort, so that the man 
of earth may not be overwhelmed in his abyss of 
suffering, but live again his earth-life, fulfilling his 
destiny there. And this impression to the mortal, 
permeating at the time of his greatest need, lingers 
in the human consciousness, mid is the germinating 
seed through which materiality and worldliness die 
in him, and give his eye the soul-gleam, which 
means that God is with him in nearness. And so 
he walks throughout life surrounded by the holy 
influences, and is born again through sorrow and 
the God-Emanation of Divine Compassion. 

Let the mortal kneel at the spiritual shrine of 
Divine Compassion, the Holy Comforter, and 
adore ! It is ever near, awaiting the call of worlds' 
mortals. Its Essence is the inner Essence of Love, 
a Fold within a Fold, the Inner Heart of the Inner 
Heart of the God-Head. It is inexpressible, and 
only to be understood as the great need sends it to 
the great void and emptiness, which come through 
sorrow. . . . The Divine Compassion (gentle 
earth words!) ! Tell the mortal to repeat them 
often. . . . He will be comforted. 



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LXVII 

FEBRUARY 10TH, MORNING, LATER. 

I am with you again in the brightness of your 
room. I have told you that mortals receive benefi- 
cent influences through us, that are not of us. 
Here, in the Realm of Light, it is different, and 
the Influences are direct from the God-Essence, 
through the Christ-Permeation. The Christ moves 
through these Heavenly planes. I have told you. 
So what comes to the worlds' men as permeations 
from Heavenly influences is reflexive through us. 
For us, the spirits of these places of Light, the 
influence is direct, and its power (no word! . . . 
cold!) is enhanced to a degree for which there is 
no earth phraseology. The nearest that man can 
understand is the inspirational feeling that comes 
to an inspired prophet, or an inspired genius . . . 
and that is far away in its stimulative quickening to 
the ethereal stimulation of God's Essence about 
us. With stimulation there is serenity. Can you 
understand this? I am vainly trying to express 
spiritual forces and states through the insignifi- 
cant and inadequate earth-word language. I have 
endeavored to impress on mortals the idea of 
spiritual happiness, and through this repetition, to 
emphasize. Through it there is the overwelling 

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(no word!) gratitude (cold again!) that God's 
Essence is all-permeating here, that we of the 
former worlds '-planes have been released from our 
bondage, that the realization of the spiritual state 
transcends the greatest possible earth- visions, that 
all earth-clouded doubts of the future can never 
more exist, that trouble, care, infirmity, will never 
again be in the spiritual consciousness, that there 
is Heavenly peace, but not eternal rest, for the 
Spirits of Light are active and growing and living 
and reaching. 

So let the mortal raise his spiritual eyes to these 
|Places of our Abode, for each will enter his own 
Mansion. ... I give the message: . • . Prepare! 



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LXVIII 

FEBRUARY llTH, AFTERNOON. 

I am with you again, awaiting the further de- 
velopment of my Message through you. You are 
too tense and must relax. I am writing to you 
again of the spirit-planes and places. There are 
questions in your mind. Through God's Grace we 
are here as His Spiritual Children. There is no 
annihilation of the mortal soul, or of the soul of 
the different creations of different mortal worlds. 
There is understanding through emanation of the 
different systems of spirit-creation, of spirit-man 
of different worlds who have come here, the ani- 
mals, plants, flowers, and what man calls inanimate 
rock and stone. They all have their spiritual mani- 
festations here and their harmonization. They all 
grow toward higher expression in the higher 
spiritual planes, which number is not to be ex- 
pressed through mortal enumeration. They have 
their inner, intimate consciousness and communi- 
cation, kind with kind, in which they have the same 
happiness as the spirit-mortals have in their own. 
They communicate also with all spirit -representa- 
tion of all-creation, and are understood by the 
mortal-man spirit, when he has "passed over." . . . 
So tree will communicate with flower, and flower 

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with rock, and the spirit-life of mortals understands 
them all. . . . 

In this manner is the Heavenly Unity permeated 
by Love. 



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LXIX 

FEBRUARY llTH, AFTERNOON. 

I begin again! . . . There are no burdens in 
this Heavenly Realm. A burden is a weight, not 
commensurate to its strength of support. On the 
mortal planes, man has not learned yet to call with 
sufficiently vital faith from Heavenly sources, so 
that support may be sufficient for the need. So 
there exist earth-burdens, under which man totters 
and is often overwhelmed. I send the message: 
"Knock, and it shall be opened unto you ! Ask, and 
you shall receive!" But the demand must be strong, 
a higher faith must exist, not a pusillanimous knock- 
ing or asking. Mortal-man of different worlds' 
systems does not yet understand the word faith. 
Fear and doubt, the double-edged sword of subtle 
destruction, have bit by bit shattered its pieces, and 
only with slow labor do they find each other again, 
so as to make the strong faith and not the one, 
doubt-eaten and fear-stricken. So the words, 
"Knock, and it shall be opened unto you," must be 
felt again, as I have told you before in these 
Letters, with a new, vigorous and fresh vision which 
will kindle conviction. 

Doubt and fear ! They are the sentinels of dark- 
ness and malediction that stand before faith and 

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keep the God-Essence from entering the human 
heart. It is so simple! Tell mortals to study the 
little child more, and faith will blossom soon with 
them. 

The burdens of Heaven! ... I have spoken 
of those of earth. There are none in these Heaven- 
ly planes, for the uplifting powers of spiritual 
forces, higher than our own, are so immediate and 
all-surrounding that faith is no longer a char- 
acteristic of the spirit-soul. It is not necessary. 
Realization is ever present. 

. . . My brothers of the mortal world, can you 
sense in a small degree from what I have just told 
you, the spiritual radiance of these planes of ours? 
For faith, the faith that the Precious Christ 
preached on earth as something necessary and all- 
abiding to mortal-man, has given place to the 
higher realization. . . . The Regal Crown to the 
Flower ! 



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LXX 

FEBRUARY llTH, EVENING. 

Calm ! . . . Rest ! . . . I am with you again, my 
Beloved, with the deep love in my heart for all 
earth-mortals, and the wish, . . . ardent (no 
word!) to comfort them and give them a new hope 
and a new belief, a stronger surety on the old, 
wavering faith that casts its vision only upward to 
the fields of stars where mortal man has been 
fictitiously taught to look in aspiration. He must 
look past the stars. That vision to the stars in its 
almost infinite earth-limits is a distance like the 
short-measured rule he uses to measure limited 
earth-distance. But the place of his vision, of his 
faith, should be centered on God's Realm, the Place 
of "Many Mansions," the infinite planes of in- 
finite beings from infinite worlds. And through 
life he should walk with this vision always before 
him, and remember that his Mansion there, and 
his influence as one of the infinite number in that 
Mansion, depend on his mortal aspirations for that 
place, which are measured by deeds, duty, kindness, 
godliness, reverence, a clean heart, imagination, and 
the eternal hope and belief in regeneration and the 
new birth through Heavenly Forces and in Heav- 
enly Places. Deeds and duty! . . . Man was in- 

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tended for action with a never slumbering hope and 
vision. . . . Kindness! An earth-flower, nurtured 
there by God's Love . . . but it must spring into 
action by sowing the soul-seeds through mortal 
nurture. . . . Godliness! Following the prompt- 
ings of his profoundest heart-impulses. These are 
the Divinity or God-Essence in his nature. They 
must be obeyed. . . . Reverence! a trait of son- 
ship that bears its own nobility. . . . Chastity! 
White! The Inner Garment! . , ♦ 



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LXXI 

A FEW MOMENTS LATER. 

I am with you again. . . . You are tired. . . . 
We are near the end. ... I feel the influences 
waning. . . . My Beloved, the Message I give to 
you from the Higher Realm is drawing to a close 
... I feel them leaving me. ... I send my over- 
whelming love-impulses through to the mortal- 
world. . . . My last Message is: Believe and 
Know with a New Faith and Full Conviction, 
There is No Death! ... I have told this to the 
world-mortals for their regeneration. ... I leave 

yOU. . . . ANNE SIMON. 



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IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING. 

... I am with you again, my beloved husband; 
the Message is over and it is sufficient and will be 
a great uplift to the world. ... I write again for 
the end. ... It is on your mind: 



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. . . The inspirational Message is over . . • I 
will be with you always, and am now, at this mo- 
ment. . . . You heard my manifestation. . . . No. 
there is no more! . . . m , .. 






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LXXII 

FEBRUARY 12TH, 1 :20 A. M. 

. . . All is well and beautiful. . . . Fear! . . • 
Remember! . . . The Message is the Message! 
. . . There is no more! . . . Dick, I wrote these 
after I had closed. . . . Place them last in my 
Letters. . . . 




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